#and hair does Not grow that long in a short amount of time

[bugdoppio]

HEADCANON DROP HI HELLO (ignore how i accidentally switched pete and josh's position i drew this in school without my phone okay. forgive me)

BILL !!

hes the level of white that his face gets actually red when hes rlly angry

worst acne out of all of the club plus probably has a bald spot on his head from how stressed out he is all the time

surprisingly his hair is the cleanest out of all of them because his mom forces him to take baths frequently (hates her for it) -> weirdly that does not stop him from smelling like shit so

has VERY bad myopia (short sighted)

absolutely awful posture. pack it up hunchback of notre dame

has very bad lactose intolerance but does NOT stop him

i like to think maybe it was his dad who introduced him to comics and nerdy stuff and they really bonded over that so he resents his mother a lot for "taking his dad away from him" when they had the divorce

NOT a reader at all, only reads books that dont have pictures on them if its for school, otherwise he does NOT touch that shit

has a surprisingly good singing voice but the talents wasted because he doesnt like music at all

very very VERY closeted bisexual would rather die than admit he feels a little something when looking at pretty men

has a habit of biting himself when he's frustrated

has arachnophobia so bad to the point it's actually funny. if u tell him theres a spider on his shoulder he will scream so loudly and freak out and not speak to u for a week when he realizes u were lying

his bones are really easy to break for some reason? shove him the tiniest bit hard he will break something when he falls on the ground

i feel like he'd have a peanut allergy. no i will not elaborate

judges really hard whenever someone gets a very complicated coffee order but cannot handle a singular sip of black coffee. spits it out immediately

brags about being the oldest of all of them when its like. him and josh are less than a month apart

very very low pain tolerance will be so dramatic over every tiny papercut

umm umm something something npd and ocd because oomf said so

last one of the club to grow facial hair

hates HATES pda but is so clingy in private its insane

chews on every pen or pencil he owns. beaver ass

has really really dry lips to the point his doctor told him to regularly put on chapstick but he never does it because he "feels gay" doing it, lips get cracked and bloody every time the weather gets a little dryer than usual

always wears long sleeved shirts or jackets over t-shirts because he hates how his arms look (theyre very skinny. bro cannot throw a hard hitting punch or lift a mildly heavy object for his life)

cannot peel any fruit. ever.

never got his drivers license. even in epilogue he has to take cabs everywhere

also epilogue i feel like he'd have a little bit of a drinking problem maybe

JOSH !!

very very greasy curly hair that has so much frizz. CANNOT be brushed dry ever or itll puff up ljke a pomeranian

probably started growing a neckbeard before any real facial hair but he gets self conscious about it so shaves it -> gives up shaving it in epilogue and his real beard started to grow

his weight isnt that much his fault its more of a genetic thing tbh -> tried working out to see if he lost weight once but when his fat didnt immediately turn into muscle in like. a week. he gave up

his mom probably got him to do piano or violin classes and when the club went to a recital to make fun of him they were like. a little impressed cuz he was not bad at all tbh -> probably tried to audition to school band or somethibg? but immediately shouted FUCK the second he got a note wrong and got kicked out

has some form of jaw misalignment? but never told his mom because he would rather die than be seen with braces

gamer headphone dent 💔

immediately asks any girl wearing a band shirt "name five songs" even if he doesnt know the band at all

owns a concerning amount of body pillows

secretly has a thing for mean assertive women

bpd maybe?

has VERY bad hyperopia (long-sightedness)

used to own hamsters and got so sad when they died he missed club meetings for like a week -> club genuinely thought it was a grandma or something not yoda 1 and yoda 2 (he'd name them that because he forgot which one was which and just named them the same thing)

has so many cousins and extended family its insane. he swears that if he hears "youve grown so much, last time i saw you you were a little baby!" he will LOSE IT

has freakishly good aim for some reason? like, the club wouldve gone to paintball or laser tag or something and bill would throw a tantrum over always getting shot by josh immediately

hates overly sweet things

PETE !!

very very hairy everywhere except on his head 😭 bro has a receding hairline at 17 someone save him (literally the only reason he wears the baseball cap all ghe time)

probably the first one to grow facial hair out of the club, brags about it so hard

tried piercing his ears by himself once but it got infected so he had to give up

rlly dark eyes and has the most beautiful luscious dark lashes youve ever seen (guido mista coded)

nose is very curved and downturned

MOLES MOLES SO MANY MOLES

kinda crooked teeth but his parents cant afford braces for him so

owns a bunch of exotic pets and used to prank the club with them until bill accidentally stepped on his pet spider and killed it or something

yk when u smell sweaty and bad and try putting deodorant on top to fix it but just ends up smelling like a mix of sweat and deodorant and its lowkey worse? yeah thats what pete smells like. all the time. and axe body spray

tried smoking one (1) time to look cool and regretted it so much. never again

probably unironically got scurvy once due to not brushing his teeth or eating any fruit and thought his gums bleeding meant he was turning into a zombie -> tried biting josh once to be funny and "turn him into a zombie too" but he bit too hard and it got infected (he felt SO bad)

really strong immune system from eating dirt as a kid? almost never gets sick -> when he does its really bad and the club lowkey thinks hes gonna die when it happens

if not working at sick mofo in epilogue i like to think he could've ended up working as a horror sfx artist

also could probably have been good at sports if he tried but he never did (plus hates jocks so)

surprisingly really knowledgeable about food and spices and stuff (maybe his mom taught him) but he HATES cooking so never does anything abiut it

watches gore and shit but would throw up immediately if he saw a major injury like that in real life

has freakishly good reflexes from his older brothers picking on him all the time

JERRY !!

THICK EYEBROWS !!!!!!!! KINDA HAS SIDEBURNS TOO !!!!!!!!!! im not normal

thin lips ..and eyebags …. plus kinda defined cheekbones make him look rlly tired all the time

hes really myopic but doesnt have glasses -> his eyes look closed all the time cuz hes always squinting trying to see 3 feet in front of him (plus his eyebrows furrow together when he does so thats why sometimes he looks like he has a unibrow) -> probably starts wearing contacts in epilogue

also literally only failed his driving test becayse of myopia SOMEONE GET THIS POOR BOY SOME GLASSES

had a tooth gap when he was younger (think that one flashback where theyre all kids) and had to wear braces for a while to fix it -> was relentlessly made fun of because of that by the club until bill got braces too and threatened to punch whoever made fun of braces again

weirdly good at finding out info about people …. stalker ass .!!!! has doxxed people he dislikes on forums occasionally -> stops doing that in epilogue but maybe finds himself accidentally stalking someones profile when on the internet and feels bad

waaayy taller than the rest of the club but has a shitty posture so he looks kinda on par with the others -> like 180cm but looks 175cm

best jawline out of all of them lowkey 😭

maybe a little unaware on physical boundaries and stuff … physical touchy guy

FRECKLES + hes probably the one wity tge least acne out of all of them cuz he would probably start picking at his pimples the minute they show up (does NOT wash his face though) -> acne scars in epilogue

greasy hair, probably washes it every 2 weeks (has rlly nice smelling shampoo when he does wash it though) -> washes his hair more frequently in epilogue (REALLY soft)

very blunt when he has strong opinions about something but otherwise has ZERO backbone. will immediately change his mind on something if he wants to impress someone

a sagittarius because he looks like he'd have a birthday in december plus weird al yankovic song your horoscope for today (listen to it right now.)

very clammy sweaty hands and HATES it, sensory nightmare, always fidgeting with the hem of his sweater to dry them out

autistic .!!! plus has rlly bad anxiety probably

and fomo. oh lord he has so much fomo -> probably one of the biggest reasons he still hangs out with the club tbh -> plus has really bad codependency and abandonment issues maybe? cannot do something by himself he has to have someone with him

gets his ears pierced in the epilogue and LOVES it, too scared to get more though because it was really painful

is a pretty good artist, could've become a professional easily but was more preoccupied with other stuff probably

owns a huge ginger main coone cat that bullies him around

low blood pressure

very skilled at calligraphy… most legible handwriting out of all of them

umm urrmm thats it i thinks .... i hope my vision is not too out of character .......,,,, Guh

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Try New Things

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Commissioned by an anonymous user. Dabi is bewildered that it turns out his weird boss pulls, and Tomura is amused that he is so obsessed with his sex life and offers him a first-hand look. 

Contents: BDSM, Feminization, Humiliation, Praise Kink, Degradation, Dirty Talk, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Sex Toys, Orgasm Delay, Big Cock, Cock Shaming, Dacryphilia, Mirror Sex, Intercrural Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Corruption Kink, Creampie, Anal Gaping, Biting

Word Count: 13,930

Dabi has never entirely gotten what other people are into when it comes to sex. He doesn't have particularly strong preferences when it comes to what he wants or what he does in bed beyond hoping that he actually gets to get off. The amount of times his partners didn't care about letting him finish before they were ready to leave made that his main priority, the pain relief that comes from a good orgasm almost as good as actual medicine. So he's not picky, but he didn't realize how picky other people could be. It was bizarre to him when he learned that some people really, really care about what gender someone is and what's in their pants. That some people absolutely went gaga for scars like his and some people could not get enough of having toes in their mouths. The world of kinks, fetishes, and sexual preferences that people could have always seemed to him like they were overcomplicating an already good thing. Like pizza places that decided that the only way to make a pizza better was by stacking a second pizza on top of the first one. It doesn't make a lick of sense to Dabi, but it doesn't have to. So long as he's fine with what he does with the people he gets into bed with, then he doesn't see the point in worrying about anything else. 

However, he can't not take notice of the fact that after Deika, after the League merges with the MLA to form the PLF and they finally have better resources than they even did when AFO was around-- he can't just ignore that after Shig gets out of his cast and is suddenly starting to bulk up, that fucking everyone wants a piece of him. People are all but throwing themselves at him, guys, girls, everyone in between. They just want Shigaraki like he's the hottest piece of ass in the fucking country. Dabi has eyes, he knows that Shig is hotter now. The longer white hair is definitely doing a lot to make his eyes stand out and soften his features, making the blank expression he often slips into when not talking look more detached and aloof than hostile the way it did when he used to wear the hand over his face. He talks more like an adult now too, growing up to match the responsibility that is now heavy across his shoulders. And those shoulders are wider now, wrapped in custom tailored suits that definitely look good on him, even if him wearing his red tennis shoes is so fucking stupid and dorky. He looks good, sure. But Dabi has seen heroes that look like supermodels not get so many people coming onto them.

"You are not as hot as every desperate grunt keeps telling you you are." Dabi tells Shigaraki while the two of them are walking back from a meeting with a larger group, essentially getting the new recruits ready to be sorted into their different platoons as they determine where their quirks and personal expertise is best suited.

Shig snorts. When they met, they fought, both of them having a relatively bad attitude and not used to someone challenging them. Dabi has made a name for himself as an arsonist with a short temper who tends to turn people who piss him off into ashes. Yeah, he did that because he's so fragile that he knows a good hit could have his skin peeling off his body, but that meant that him and Shig coming to blows in the bar had been all but inevitable. And then they actually started working together properly, and Shigaraki realized that Dabi was more than capable of thinking strategically and making certain that he was going to come out on top. And Dabi realized that beneath the spoiled attitude, Shig actually did work hard for whatever he wanted to get his deadly hands on. And once that understanding had been reached, the snarls turned to something... lighter. Dabi still gives him shit constantly, but Duster will fire back whenever he feels like it, and there just isn't the same kind of animosity to it as there was before. 

"No one is telling me I'm hot. They're just begging to get into my bed." He says easily, not hesitating for a second as they make their way in tandem towards his fancy new office. The fancy new office that has a fucking espresso machine in it that they are both going to absolutely abuse for the third time today as they try to see if they can put coffee into their veins instead of blood. 

"Because those are so different." Dabi retorts, rolling his eyes. "It's sad. They haven't seen you at your truest self-- a loser gamer wearing Minecraft pajamas with no sleep for three days, five cup noodles deep into salt poisoning. They think you're put together and capable of having sex with a real, living human and not just your hand." Dabi barely considers before he adds, "Which, I guess if you tried and slipped, you won't be able to fuck anyone." 

"I am put together and capable of having sex with other people," Shig intones with a dryness so pronounced that Dabi might burn down the whole building if he gave him a single spark. "And I don't slip with my quirk. Not in bed, not outside of it. If most of my exes didn't probably die in Kamino, you could have called them up to hear from them just how much they liked my control in bed." 

Dabi snorts this time. Sometimes he's not expecting that Shig can be funny when he's not talking about his video games and being generally off-putting. "Very convincing lie, boss. Claim you're not a virgin and cite any proof that you had would be rubble now." 

Shigaraki's quirk keeps him from having eyebrows, but the arch of his brow ridge is very distinct and clear. "I'm not a virgin, Dabi." 

"And I'm not one step above bacon." He responds just as evenly. 

Shigaraki pauses in the hall and Dabi stops with him, a bit confused. Duster doesn't usually care when people take shots at his ego, the damned bastard so self-assured in everything that most things slip off of him like water off of a duck's back. "The only reason I've been turning down everyone who's been trying to get me to take them to bed is because I thought it would reflect poorly on me as a leader." 

Dabi blinks at him because he sounds... way more serious about that than he thought that he would. "...Not to imply that I believe that you fuck at all-- because you definitely don't-- but this is an organization for villains. I know AFO was just a sentient potato that absolutely did not have a working dick, but you can do whatever you want. You're the one who's aimin' to be king, aren't you? I don't think anyone is gonna tell you you're wrong if you wanna get your dick wet. I will make fun of you when afterwards, everyone is whispering about how quickly you went off during your first time, but that is my duty and right as someone who has seen you only eat ramen and play video games for three days straight, not something that I'm gonna be gabbing about during a lieutenants' meeting." 

Duster considers him for another moment and Dabi feels a prickle of discomfort at the intensity behind that look. "You wouldn't care if I just took whoever I want to bed?" 

"No? Why would I?" Dabi continues down the hall, not sure why his quirk is creeping warmly along the back of his neck. "What you do with your dick is not my problem, I just get to laugh if you embarrass yourself with it."

Shigaraki drops the subject and Dabi is glad, but when the next grunt starts to flirt with him in the hall, Dabi leaves him to it. She's cute and he might not quite get what it is about Shigaraki that's getting people to flock to him, but he should be allowed to enjoy whatever he wants if that's what he's interested in. 

///

Dabi is humiliated to have made such a grave miscalculation. When he encouraged Shig to get laid he really thought that things would go one of two ways. One: Shigaraki absolutely flubs it and he ends up making fun of the poor bastard over drinks. Or two: It ends up going surprisingly well and he ends up spending time with Spinner instead because he is also a virgin and would adore hearing about all the details even as every one would make his scales turn brown from how much blood was rushing to his face. He is not expecting for there to be a third option. But instead of either of those things happening, Shig disappears with that chick, and the next day she's not walking straight, her face seems to be permanently flushed, and she's gossiping with all of her girlfriends who Toga has infiltrated so that she could get the scoop for Dabi to use against their boss. And Toga is reporting back that Shigaraki is apparently good in bed. Beyond good. That he absolutely rocked her world with a massive cock. That he had a drink with her and they made a little bit of smalltalk. He asked her if there was anything in particular she liked, if she was clean, what kind of protection she was interested in using, and then, when they had finished the drink he had just taken over. He took what she'd told him and he took her apart. He pinned her up against the wall, and held her there, dripping filth in her ear as he stroked her clit until her panties were soaked and then he decayed them off of her body before bending her over the edge of the couch that they'd been sitting at and put a massive cock so deep into her cunt that she'd squirted for the first time in a year, and he hadn't even cum before he brought her to a second orgasm before grabbing his lube and opening up her ass and taking her there too. And when all was said and done, she had been dazed and breathless, and he had cleaned her up, sat her back down on the couch, got her a snack and some cold water and let her come back to her senses in inches before he thanked her for her time. It was, she'd said, like he had reached into her brain and pulled out every dirty fantasy that she'd ever kept locked up in her mind and hadn't even let herself masturbate to, let alone told a partner. It was the best sex that she'd had in her life. 

Dabi is absolutely fucking convinced she's only gassing him up because he's technically her boss, but word spreads like a wildfire, and all of the people who were already thirsty for Shigaraki get way, way more up front about that. Duster doesn't do flirting during work hours. If someone tries, he shoots them down with such a venom that Dabi sometimes thinks that being decayed would probably be a kinder fate. But when people come to talk to him outside of that, Shig will entertain a conversation for a few minutes. And if he likes whatever he gets out of them then, he tends to take them to bed. And again, and again, the grunts come out ready to gossip about how good the sex was. It's honestly starting to piss him off a bit. 

"Admit it," he says when he's tired of working for the afternoon. They're in Shig's office, abusing his espresso maker again. They tend to do most of their tedious work together in Duster's office because when they're together, they are able to focus a bit more, Dabi keeping Shigaraki from getting distracted with his video games and Shig able to keep him from obsessing over the heroes, and mainly Endeavor, though he's still keeping the ‘why’ close to his vest. 

"Never admit anything, always make them work to prove it." Duster says without looking up from the file that has been occupying his time for ages now. When Dabi meets him with a flat silence, that finally gets the other to actually turn his attention to him. "What am I being accused of?" 

"Telling every grunt you take to your bedroom to spout off that you fuck while you’re actually, what? Playing an eroge game with them?" 

"Seriously? First you think that I'm a virgin and encourage me to let loose, and now you're convinced that I'm faking it when you've been proven wrong?" He rolls his eyes and shifts, reaching into his pocket and withdrawing his wallet. He takes out a plastic card and flicks it over to where Dabi's sitting on his couch. "I wasn't a virgin." He says flatly, turning his attention back to the reports. 

Dabi is about to make another smartass remark about how his hand doesn't count, but the words fail him as he looks down at the scrap of plastic between his fingers. The ink is faded along the edges, like it's been rubbed off repeatedly as it has been pulled in and out of his wallet again and again. 

La Vénus. Dabi stares at the plastic. The sex club La Vénus? The massive one in a high-rise in the best area in Kamino? The platinum membership card tells him yes, that La Vénus, with Shigaraki's picture on the ID. Shigaraki Tomura, age twenty, 175cm tall, red eyes, dominant. Issued three years ago, no expiration date on the card. 

"Seriously?" He sounds a little hoarse as he looks at the plastic. "Come on, you didn't even turn twenty until like a month ago." 

"Because it's so impossible that I had a fake ID saying otherwise so I could go somewhere to blow off steam." Shig sets aside his file completely and leans forward, resting his chin against the knuckles of his half-gloved hand, prosthetics hidden beneath the cloth. "I wasn't a virgin before I started taking partners here. I used to frequent V until my villain work got too time-consuming and I became worried that Midnight or one of the other heroes who visited the venue might recognize me." Dabi opens his mouth, not sure what he's going to say, but looking desperately for something to further prove his skepticism. "But if you're so convinced, I'd be happy to give you a first-hand demonstration, firefly." 

The open mouth turns to a blatant gaping as he stares at Duster who just gives him a smile back that reminds him way too much of the guy's creepy teacher. "Oh fuck you!" 

"That's half of what I'm offering," Shigaraki says lazily, waving a hand off as he leans back in his chair. "I don't like being penetrated so I would be fucking you, but  that would give you more than enough data to surmize if I've been having all of the other grunts 'fake it' when they come out of my room singing my praises. You've been so obsessed with my sex life lately, maybe you haven't had anything of your own to occupy your time?" 

"You are a jackass," Dabi tells him, even though there is... some delight in getting Shigaraki to talk to him like this. The others are fine, but they... don't have the same sharpness in them that he and Shigaraki do from spending so much more of their lives as villains. His sarcasm and dryness usually matches well with Shigaraki's shamelessness and uninhibited passion that can swing immediately into the flat bluntness of someone who was barely socialized by the villains that raised him. It's a fun combination that does actually bring some levity to his life now that they've been hanging out again as things settle. 

"You're a nosy little gossip." Shig shoots back, "But if you're too scared to actually be proven wrong, then that's your prerogative, Dabi. Just know that if you bring up my sex life again, I'm going to assume it's because you want to find out about it for yourself but you're too much of a coward to just ask me to fuck you." He picks his papers back up like the words aren't a challenge, a dare, and like he doesn't know how fiercely contradictory Dabi is. Like he didn't just arm a verbal bear trap and left Dabi alone with it. God fucking damn it. Part of him immediately wants to push forward to prove his point. Shigaraki might be able to twist his words, but that doesn't mean that he can blow his back out. The other part wants to roll his eyes, find a new angle to mock him with, and ignore the proposition. Dabi is left, steaming, as he finds himself unable to find the right combination of words to disarm the trap and go back to mocking Duster how he can now that he's actually a good and capable leader. 

"You're a dick." 

"And you would make a good bitch. Finish the training schedule. I want to order dinner soon." Shig doesn't look up at him as he says that, going right back to his work like nothing happened, and nothing does. 

///

Dabi is less than thrilled that he... keeps thinking about Shigaraki's comment over the next few days as he goes about his business. Duster is still getting propositioned, but he doesn't actually take anyone to bed. It feels a little pathetic, but there are people who think shacking up with him instead of the big boss might earn them some favor too, and Dabi is... frustrated enough after a few days that he picks one of those grunts and takes them to bed. It's fine, sex is always pretty fine. They both get off, Dabi likes the way the orgasm makes his body hum with something other than pain for a while, and then he goes about his business again. He does start to hear about how far his scars creep down his body and how his dick is not stapled on, but does have a row of barbells up it that mimics the look. He rolls his eyes. Sure his rumors aren't as flattering as Shigaraki's are, but at least he knows his are actually true.

He and Shig are still working together. Still giving each other shit all the time about work, taste in food, entertainment, and clothes, but they don't touch the sex shit again. Not when Dabi doesn't know why it's being such a craw in his throat. Maybe he just... thought that he knew more about Shigaraki than his apparent prowess suggests. Maybe he's just confused that everyone who comes out of his bed is talking about some different kink or fantasy that he was able to do for them and how good it felt, how much they liked it, whatever. Sex is sex. As long as everyone is getting off, then there really can't be that much more to it, can there? Certainly not when it comes to sex with Shigaraki. That's impossible. 

But the longer that he doesn't take someone else to bed with him after he's set his little trap, the more Dabi wants to say something to him about his sex life again. He bites his tongue for a whole week, the longest that Shig has gone without taking a partner since they had their first conversation about this. He makes it all the way through the League's bonding night. Friday nights, after all of their work is done, they order dinner to their common room, watch a movie, play some party games on Shig and Spinner's new game system, and they drink. It's not a surprise that Toga and Spinner are lightweights, that Compress is more likely to cut himself off early so that he doesn't end up with a monstrous hangover, and that Dabi is able to drink Twice under the table as his quirk burns off the alcohol before it can hit his veins. It also isn't really a surprise that the guy who lived in a bar and was probably drinking scotch instead of soda for most of his life has a very high tolerance, and he can't be coerced into a drinking competition either. So once Twice has passed out and the others have all departed, it's just him and Shig in the living room, a new movie playing away on the TV as they nurse their last drinks of the night.

And Dabi isn't drunk, he doesn't think that he would even register as tipsy if someone breathalyzed him from how carefully he's been maintaining his temperature, but Shigaraki doesn't know that. And he finds his excuse. 

"Game suddenly stop being fun when I stop giving a shit about who you're sleeping with? Or did you just run out of moves?" He mocks lazily, his head dangling back against the armrest of the couch. 

"Not at all, firefly," Dabi has been calling him a lot of nicknames since they met, but that's the only one that Shigaraki has ever used for him, and he never uses it in front of any of the others. "I've just been waiting for you to decide that you want to play." 

Dabi snorts. "Sex isn't a video game, nerd." 

"No, it isn't. But that doesn't mean that it shouldn't be fun." He replies, standing from the chair that he'd been at and setting his glass on the coffee table. "I know you're not drunk, but if you're really so curious, then all you have to do is come with me to my room, Dabi. We can have a little chat in private and then you can decide if you really want to play with me or if you're just projecting." 

Dabi feels his face heat, hoping that his scars cover up the color as it rushes across his skin. He didn't think that the other man would peg his lack of intoxication so quickly. "I'm not projecting, I'm not a loser virgin." 

"Why does being a virgin make someone a loser?" Shigaraki shoots back, his tone unbearably even and patient. "Sex is something that people choose for themselves, like they can choose to change the color of their hair or to whiten their teeth. There's nothing inherently good or bad about deciding to do or not do that. It's just a matter of preference." 

Dabi doesn't say anything for a second as Shigaraki talks so matter-of-factly. It makes the alcohol that he's been boiling away in his gut shift uncomfortably for a moment. Sex has always been such a big thing. Even when he was a kid, because he saw how it tore his mother apart. And after his coma, he woke up in a body that was not his anymore, that felt desperately horny for something he didn't fully understand and had to figure out himself. And on the streets, among the class of villains that he had no choice but to work with in order to survive, sex had been a status symbol, had been something that he was expected to engage with and enjoy because otherwise it would be seen as a slight against his manhood and his perceived competency. He hated all of that, but sex, at least, felt good. That had been the easy compensation. He had been okay from there. 

He's not expecting Shig's expression to soften so much and for him to say, "It's just a conversation, Dabi. You can always change your mind, and if you do, we don't have to talk about this again." He promises gently. 

Dabi curls his lip back. No one has ever been gentle with him in his life and he is absolutely not about to let Shigaraki be the first, and absolutely not about sex of all things. Fuck that. "You can talk all you want, boss, Doesn't mean that you're gonna be able to back that up and rearrange my guts." 

Shigaraki sighs softly, but he smiles again and offers him his hand. Dabi bats it aside as he pushes himself up from the couch, not bothering to fake swaying as he does so, as they start to head down the hall to Duster's room. 

It's not exactly a surprise that his is at the end of the hall and is the biggest one in the villa. He is their Grand Commander after all. But the bedroom that he lets Dabi into has a fucking living room of its own with a console system set up, off to the side a fucking minifridge with a cabinet of snacks, before, with the couch dividing the two sections, it opens up into the rest of the bedroom. Shigaraki's got a black duvet cover over a massive bed, with blood red sheets and Dabi can't help snorting. 

"So you took decorating cues from the sex club?" 

"I suppose. The frame was always something useful." Shigaraki says, closing and locking the door behind them as Dabi's attention is directed away from the sheets to the actual bed frame instead, his face heating slightly as he sees that there are hooks built into the posts of the bed so that ropes or other devices can be locked into place. 

"So you're a pervert, not a virgin. Really wouldn't have put my money on that split." 

"I could make a killing if I just always let you underestimate me." Shig moves over to the couch and Dabi follows along, just wanting to see how he interrogates the grunts to get them to spill all of their dirty little secrets. 

"So what? You sit them down and ask them what they touch themselves to and see how they squirm?" He asks, resting his cheek against his knuckles as he leans against the armrest. 

"Sometimes, if talking about their fantasies makes them more excited. Do you have fantasies, Dabi?" He asks. There's a kind of... quiet assuredness that seems to come over Shigaraki now. He's always been confident even when he was a scrap of nothing back in the bar, he never had any problem of projecting the air that he fully believes in himself and his bullshit, but there is something... easier that comes with his confidence now. Not the press of it that he used to use before he had any leadership experience to actually back up the power that he was trying to project. This is natural to him, something he knows he can do, not just something he thinks that he can. 

"No." Dabi tells him flatly. "Don't get the fetish shit. Sex is sex, I'd rather just get to it if you're gonna try to impress me, boss." He tells him readily. He doesn't smoke as much as Twice, but he suddenly finds himself craving a cigarette, less for the flavor or the hit of nicotine, but just because he wants something to have in his hand, to occupy his lips instead of talking as Shigaraki's sharp eyes seem to be intent on stripping away his skin and not just his clothes. 

"We'll get there, firefly. It's not about keeping you waiting just yet, I only want to make certain that what we end up doing makes you feel as good as possible." 

Dabi rolls his eyes, "Uh huh, well let's see if I can run down the questions that you usually ask: Yeah, you can fuck me in the ass. No, I don't have any STIs. No, I don't want to cuddle afterwards." 

Shig's look flattens slightly, his eyes going a little sharper in turn. "I'm glad that you're clean, Dabi, because when we're done, I want to be able to watch as your cute, stretched hole is struggling to close up, my cum leaking down the backs of your thighs." 

It's, perhaps, a good thing that Dabi hadn't yet given into the urge to have a cigarette, because he thinks that he probably would have swallowed it when Shigaraki tells him that. He opens his mouth, looking for his own smartass remark, but Shig goes on without blinking. 

"I'm not surprised that you're very... utilitarian when it comes to sex, or that you don't have any fantasies," he says. "You are very focused on your own work and I'm certain that keeps you from thinking of sex as much more than a way to relieve stress. It also wouldn't surprise me that some of the reason you are so resistant to thinking about it in the abstract or lingering after everyone has been satisfied is because you don't want to stay present in the moment because you're worried that if you do, you or your partner will start to consider your body, and that makes you uncomfortable." 

"What the fuck, Duster?" He snaps when he manages to find his words. "Is getting punched in the face your fetish, because I'm gonna do that before I bend over for you at this rate." 

"Not particularly, though if you want to pretend to fight and struggle against me, I wouldn't be opposed. I usually only have a few meetings to go off of before I get into bed with someone. You and I have been working together for months. I know you. I know that you avoid looking in mirrors, that you don't like it when people stare at you for too long, that you would rather go out at night because you think that people will have a harder time picking out your scars against the shadows." Shigaraki's voice isn't mocking, which is the only reason that Dabi doesn't set him on fire. "I think you're lovely, but I understand if you don't want to focus on your body as it's yours. So it does seem like a shame that you haven't given 'fetish shit' more consideration because if you had, you would already know that you don't have to be 'you' when you're in bed with other people." 

"What the fuck are you even talking about, Shigaraki?" 

"When you're with the right partner, you can be whatever you want." Duster tells him, still watching him like he might peel back his skin to expose the things that he's saying he's suspected living beneath it. "Before we get into that though, I want to cover safe words with you. 

"Pineapple." Dabi says flatly. "I'm not stupid, I just don't go to BDSM clubs." 

"You don't have to be stupid to not know these kinds of things, Dabi." He has an amount of patience in his demeanor that is making Dabi regret coming into this room. He thought he was in for some fumbling, for Shigaraki trying to dirty talk him before he bent him over, he thought he was going to get out of this room with his dignity intact and something new to mock Shig over. "I'm glad you have a word picked out already, but have you heard of using the traffic light system? While 'pineapple' can be a good way to call for a full stop, using 'green' to tell me that you like what's happening, and 'yellow' to tell me that things are starting to feel uncomfortable or that you would like to slow down can be helpful when crafting a scene together for the first time. Do you think that will work for you?" 

"Unless you bore me to tears first." Dabi snaps, his arms crossing over his chest. He's being punked. There's no other explanation for this. Shig had one line that he picked up from some porn and now this is all that he's got in the tank. 

"I would like it if you cried for me while I have you split open on my cock and begging for more-- you already have such pretty blue eyes, they'll be even brighter filled with tears." The words are as matter-of-fact as if he were discussing the weather and Dabi feels heat rise to his face again. 

"Seriously?" 

"Deadly." Shig agrees. "Now, let's focus on what you would rather be while my hands are on your body." Duster looks at him, through him, as he considers for a moment. "You're always a brat. You like to give me shit all of the time and you're so used to having to put up a fight for everything that you want in life. I think you're used to fighting to get what you want in bed too, but I don't think that's what you want. I think that you want to give in and just be allowed to feel good for a little while. I can do that for you, firefly." His voice softens, his lips curling up into a small smile. "I don't think you want to be little, you hate to be infantilized. And I don't think that you want to be a cute puppy or kitten for me, because you don't want to feel like nothing more than an animal that has been trained to be used." He talks like he's not suggesting some of the most unhinged, horny shit that Dabi has ever heard. "But maybe you would like to be my baby girl instead." 

Dabi waits for him to dismiss that one too, and when he doesn't, his quirk rushes heat all across his skin as blood burns his cheeks. "What the fuck, Duster? I'm not a girl." 

"I know," he replies in that same, lazily confident way. "And you know that you're not a girl. Which is why I think you're going to like it so much, princess. You know that as soon as you leave my bed that you can go back to being you. But while you're in it, wouldn't it be nice to be nothing but a naughty, head-empty, little slut who just wants his pussy filled?" 

The sound that comes out of Dabi is barely a wheeze of a breath. It might be his last breath as Shigaraki offers him those words and his brain shuts down entirely from the shock. 

Duster takes his speechlessness as an opportunity and he moves closer to him on the couch. "You're blushing such a pretty color already, babydoll." He murmurs, gloved hand reaching for his face. Dabi doesn't flinch away because he's too stunned by the words to do much of anything. "And you're already so warm," he hums low in his throat, leaning in even closer his nose brushing over his cheek so that his warm breath is against his ear as he murmurs, "Your pussy is going to be even hotter around me, isn't it, princess?" 

"S-Shig," he means to tell him to cut this the fuck out, to push him away and tell him that his brain has been rotted by porn and that the grunts are clearly more attracted to his status than his dick, but he doesn't manage that before the other is speaking again, his voice lower in tone and decible. 

"You don't have to, but I would like it if you used my first name when I'm making you feel good, baby girl." He feels the way that Shig's lips curl into a smile as he presses a soft kiss to the line of staples cutting through his cheek. "Or you could show me what a desperate little whore you're going to be and call me 'sir'. That would sound so good falling off of your pretty lips, precious. 'Please, sir, touch my tits. I always have them half hanging out so that everyone knows what a needy slut I am.'" Duster pairs the word with his other hand slipping under the hem of Dabi's shirt. 

His breath catches in the back of his throat as Tomura presses his palm to his stomach, one finger raised on his hand to keep him from ending his life, as his hand drags slowly upwards, petting over smooth muscle, scars, and staples like all of it is just the same. Until his hand reaches his chest and he cups half of him against his palm, tightening those four fingers and squeezing just hard enough to have Dabi letting out a little gasp against him. People are usually careful to avoid touching him too much. Their hands are usually tentative like they're terrified what might be pulled loose if they linger. But Shigaraki's hands are sure. He has seen the hits that Dabi can take before a staple pulls free of his skin. 

"'Please, sir,'" he suggests as his thumb rubs over his piercing and makes Dabi bite his lips as the sensation, along with the heat of the embarrassment beneath his skin mingles and turns to something sweeter that he hadn't been expecting to find with these words in tow. "'Make me spread my legs for you. Make me show you how much I want to be touched. Please, sir, play with my pussy until I overheat.'" His grip goes a little tighter, his mouth moving to the shell of his ear, his breath feeling cooler as Dabi's skin does manage to grow even warmer for the second before his tongue is moving along the shell of his ear, like he's not disgusted by the way the lobes have been burned off. There isn't much skin there that's not covered by his piercings, but Tomura finds it, his tongue and teeth sure and no one has ever put their mouth there before, the sensation new but good as he teases his nerves as his hand fondles his chest. His brain already feels soupy from heat and... need. Fuck. Fuck. He wasn't supposed to give into Duster's shitty dirty talk and easy confidence. He was supposed to have something to humiliate him over, not the other way around. 

Shig's other hand moves from his face down to the front of his shirt, the new one having an invisible zipper along the front that he catches between his thumb and forefinger. "'Green, sir. Please make me feel good.'" He murmurs and then waits. 

Dabi tries to get his wits about him. Sex is supposed to be simple and easy. He already knew Shig was going to fuck him. The most complicated that it should have gotten was if he was gonna get any real foreplay before the main event. He was not supposed to be getting felt up on his couch, the other reading him for filth and then deciding what weird fetish Dabi would enjoy off the top of his head and making it true by stoking the flames hotter under his skin. He was supposed to be the one who came out on top. 

Shigaraki starts to withdraw when he doesn't respond and Dabi doesn't just swallow his pride, he's pretty sure it all spills from his seams as he barely manages to croak, "Green, sir." 

"That's my good girl." Tomura pulls the zipper down on his shirt, his mouth slanting over Dabi's without a trace of hesitation. His lips are as ruined as Dabi's own, but like the chill of his breath and of his hands as he pulls Dabi's shirt away, his mouth is just as cool. The cracked texture and the scar that is carved over his lips is nothing compared to the strangeness that Dabi has learned to live with on his own mouth, but it's a novel difference as the other man kisses him like he has been starving for the opportunity to do so. 

Tomura licks into his mouth, the taste of their drinks lingering on their tongues, the chill of the room a blissful relief as Dabi lets himself be devoured like this is the first time in his life anyone has ever wanted him so badly. Shig pulls him up from the couch, hands on his hips, one finger raised on both automatically even though he is wearing a glove over his prosthetics. He walks Dabi back towards the bed. The few times when other people didn't want him over their bodies, he'd been lightly manhandled. But Shigaraki isn't scared of hurting him. He understands what Dabi can handle and he seems more than interested in giving it to him. He lifts Dabi at his hips and all but demands that he get with the program as he pulls him closer, pulls him up, so that he has no choice but to wrap his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist to cling to him as the other man nips and licks into his mouth. His heart thuds in his chest, heat saturating his whole body in a way he's not familiar with as he's made to be Shigaraki's toy as he is carried over to the bed. 

"Oh, princess," The words are far more overtly mocking than anything else that Duster has said to him since he brought him into his bedroom. "Are you already getting so excited?" He teases and Dabi feels his whole face heat even more sharply as he realizes that those words, that the light touches so far, that his easy show of his new found strength, are working for him. So much so that, yeah, his cock is already starting to harden in his pants. Fuck, fuck, fuck-- Shig laughs at him as his mouth moves down his jaw and to his neck, getting over to the bed and starting to lower Dabi into it. "You gave me so much grief about being 'overexcitable' and then you get so hot so quickly? I guess my little girl has to be mouthy to hide how much of a needy little slut he is." 

"F-fuck you, Shig." He barely manages to croak out. 

The words are punished by Duster sinking his teeth into the side of his neck, hard. Dabi lets out a cry, his fingers scraping against Shigaraki's back and tangling in the long locks of hair that flow over his shoulders. The spark of pain has him seeing stars, has his thighs tightening around his hips as he arches into that sharper sensation that is making all of his nerves wake up and take notice of what he's letting his boss do to him. "You're going to remember your manners, baby girl, or I'm going to have to punish you." Tomura growls against his skin. "Just because your body is giving away what a bratty little whore you're used to being in bed, doesn't mean that you get to talk like one to me while you're in mine." 

"Fuck, Tomura," he hasn't ever gotten off to the things that people say in bed. He usually tunes out his own partners unless they're asking for something to stop or change, and he doesn't even watch porn without muting it. Dirty talk just never did much of anything for him, but there's something about Shigaraki's, about the way that he doesn't hesitate, that he doesn't fumble, that makes it warm Dabi's skin a bit more than he thinks that it should.  

"That's better. Now let's get you out of those clothes, princess. I want to see every inch of my pretty girl's skin." 

Dabi is going to combust. His whole body is so hot with his humiliation, his head absolutely swimming in it as he lets Shigaraki talk to him like this. He shouldn't. He should get out of his bed right now and tell him to go to hell if he doesn't send him there himself before he bails. He is not supposed to like being talked to like he's a... girl. Fuck.

Duster starts to strip his clothes away, Dabi's heavy boots thudding against the floor, his eyes eating up each inch of his skin that gets exposed as he does. "You gave me so much grief before," he reiterated, and Dabi suddenly wonders what kind of trouble he made for himself when he just couldn't keep his mouth shut. "But that's alright, princess. I'm going to give you a chance to live up to your own expectations." He does not like the sound of that as Shigaraki has him in his boxers, his cock already making a clear tent in the fabric as he wants to get on with this so that he can go to that blissful place where his head is empty of anything but the afterglow. "You were so worried that I would cum before my partner was satisfied. So while I'm warming you up, you're going to be a good girl and you're not going to cum. You're going to show how much restraint and experience you have by controlling yourself and not cumming until I tell you you can. And if you can't," Shig reaches over to the drawer of his nightstand and pulls it open. 

Dabi cranes his neck up and immediately regrets it as the contents only make his cock ache more between his legs as he sees the neatly organized bins of toys that Shigaraki is keeping inside. A little container of condoms and lube, another with a few small vibrators and anal plugs neatly lined up in order of size. Handcuffs and coiled rope knotted tidily in another. And there are two more drawers beneath the first that he suddenly has no doubt holds other tools that Shigaraki likes to use on his partners when he gets them into his bed. He reaches into a small bin that has nipple clamps and-- 

"Then you're going to wear this the rest of the time that I have you in my bed, princess. I won't take it off until we're finished. So if you want to cum again, then you'll have to show me just how much of a desperate whore you are with it on." 

Dabi blanches. The bubblegum pink silicone cock ring hanging off of Shigaraki's finger shouldn't, in it of itself, be so daunting. But he didn't even know that someone could cum with one of those on, and he has never had to fight his orgasm before.

"Unless this is too much for you, and you just want to be my pampered little pillow princess?" Shig raises a brow, and just that smug little twitch of his muscles is enough to have Dabi's body burning with indignation and his mouth running. 

"Like hell!" He snaps automatically. "Not scared of a little toy, and there's nothing that you can give me that's 'too much', Duster. Not even gonna need to use that because there's no way you're getting me off before I have you whining that you can't go again." 

The smile that Shigaraki gives him is dangerous. It's the kind of smile that he usually only wears when he's about to kill someone, and Dabi is very exposed as he is pinned beneath him on his bed. "Remember to use my name, princess, or we're going to have to stop again and talk about punishments." He sets the cock ring to the side and takes out some lube from the drawer before he closes it back up. "Now let's see what my pretty girl's pussy looks like." 

He doesn't know if it's being called a girl or being called... pretty that makes Dabi's cock twitch as his blood goes hotter beneath his skin again, but there's no hiding the reaction when Shigaraki has him like this. Shig's smile doesn't waver as he reaches back for the waistband of his boxers and Dabi lifts his hips for him so that the fabric can be pulled away. His cock immediately curves up against his stomach from how hot he is already, and red eyes find every inch of him hungrily. 

"Oh, princess, that's so much cuter than staples, isn't it?" He teases as he takes in the sight of Dabi's ladder running up the underside of him. "And you're so adorable, all cute and little." 

Dabi balks. He is not little. He's got a perfectly normal cock, thank you very much. He isn't small! But before he can open his mouth and get himself in trouble, Tomura is cupping his sack in his palm, four fingers around him and stroking along his balls. The sharp spike of fear that pieces his chest as he realizes how easily Tomura could maim him has any protests leaving his throat as a whimper instead as the coolness of his deadly hand makes his toes curl against the sheets as he's stroked so gently there, compensating for the lack of lube. 

Shig's other hand goes to his thigh, curling his gloved hand around his skin tight enough to make it ache as he forces Dabi to spread his legs wider and arch up, foot against the sheets, so that every inch of him is exposed to Tomura's eyes. He looks at him like he might not be anything but a uniquely interesting bug as Dabi trembles against the mattress, the humiliation that sings across his veins as he's assessed like Tomura might decide that this isn't worth his time after all making his head hazy. 

"Mm, going to enjoy seeing how wide you stretch around my cock, baby girl." And then he just lets go of him. Dabi slumps back against the bed breathlessly, trying to find his words to demand the other man stop playing whatever games he has been and just get on with things already. But then Shig is reaching for the buttons on his shirt and Dabi gets his wits about himself. He wants this to happen faster, because if he has to lay there waiting for Tomura to give him more, then the reality of what he's let the other do to him so far will make him combust. So he sits up and presses in. Tomura immediately gives him the kiss that he was looking for, and Dabi's hands move to the length of buttons too, helping him get through them more quickly, and then dropping his hands down to his belt when Tomura is shrugging off his shirt. As he has his hands over Shig's crotch, he feels the definite press of his hard cock against his palm, and Dabi feels a sharp spike of smug validation as he feels how worked up he must be. He's straining the fabric so roughly that he's sure threads would have torn if he weren't opening them up. He's probably going to spill the second that Dabi gets his hand around him.

Tomura steps out of his shoes and socks before his pants drop to the ground and those are discarded too. His undergarments are dark red boxer briefs that outline the thickness of his cock, but as his hands move to his waistband, Dabi realizes that even though there's a definite bulge in his pants, it doesn't seem quite right. He finds out why, a tiny squeak leaving his throat as he sees that Shigaraki is only half hard. His cock is just so thick, so long, that even that felt comparable to any cock that Dabi's had in his hand before, including his own. He can't exactly hide himself now when Shigaraki has already seen every inch of him that he's working with, but there is a horrible, stinging humiliation that bites at his nerves as he realizes just how much bigger he is. 

Tomura strokes his hand over himself lazily, like he can read Dabi's mind and is more than amused to show him exactly why he called Dabi little before. "Can't wait to have you whimpering like that when I'm sinking inside of you, princess." He says so easily before he shifts, coming to kneel on the bed again, spreading Dabi's legs wider with his hands in a way that tells him to keep them there before he reaches for the lube. He flicks open the bottle's lid and makes sure that his fingers are slick. But before he can reach back between Dabi's legs, he is pressing closer and giving him another one of those mind-melting kisses that distracts Dabi from the monster between his legs. He licks into his mouth like he might be able to devour Dabi's soul from there, and doesn't stop until he's certain that he's gasping for breath. He puts one hand back around his thigh, spreading him wider, hiking his leg up so that it's curling over his hip as Tomura keeps devouring him, his slick fingers reaching between their bodies. 

Dabi hasn't been the one getting fucked in a long time, and the feeling of the cold lube against his overheated skin has him gasping and shivering. Tomura shushes him lightly, but he doesn't rush. There's no hard prod against his hole, no painful stretch. He just circles his fingers around him, rubbing lightly until their skin is moving slickly against each other as Dabi's nerves wake up and start to hum with the sensation. He likes getting fucked, it's nice when he doesn't have to be the one doing all the work in bed, but he hasn't had his body be so ready for it like this before, eager enough that he's the one who is rollin his hips down to try and get Tomura to actually press a finger inside of him more quickly. 

"Use your manners if you want something, princess." Tomura murmurs against his lips, withdrawing enough to make Dabi whine again despite himself. 

It takes every ounce of his self-restraint for Dabi to manage to whimper, "Please, sir," instead of making a demand instead. 

"That's a good girl, you're going to be so easy to train aren't you?" His voice is entirely too self-satisfied as he presses a finger into Dabi's hole, the slickness and the eagerness of his body keeping it from twinging at all as he is spread open around it. Even though the words sting his pride, he can't help  moaning as Tomura crooks that finger, looking for his prostate and finding it far too quickly. The other man chuckles against his throat, "Going to have you squirming any time we're alone together because you're going to be remembering how good it felt to have me inside of you." He adds another finger and sets a rhythm.

Dabi's breaths come out in rough pants, moans and whines falling off of his lips as those deadly fingers curve inside of him and touch him like he knows exactly how every partner that Dabi has ever had before has failed to. He isn't sure that anyone fingering him has ever felt so good, and his cock is hard and straining against his stomach. He can feel his pre soaking his skin, and it only gets so much harder to concentrate when Tomura shifts over him, bringing more of their bodies together as he continues to nip at his neck like he's curious if he'll be able to leave bruises over the darkly scarred skin. His hard, thick cock presses against Dabi's thigh as his own is trapped between their stomachs, and the feeling of his cool skin and hard muscle against his body has Dabi's hips twitching into him. Tomura chuckles and rolls his weight into him again as well, and that sensation paired with the curling of his fingers against his prostate again has Dabi moving beneath him. It's embarrassing how quickly he's ready to hump and grind, trying to get more friction, more sensation, more speed so he can chase the pleasure that Tomura is offering up for him. 

"Careful, princess, if you keep moving like that, you're not going to last very long. You don't want to prove that you were only big talk and that the truth is you don't have very much experience at all, do you?" Every word is laced with his mockery and Dabi bites his lip to keep from saying something that would have the other punishing him. He can't. He was so sure that he would be able to outlast Shigaraki. He was positive that the other man wouldn't be able to show this kind of prowess in bed, and it shouldn't be working for him this much. All Duster is doing is fingering him and calling him a girl. He shouldn't-- "So cute how bright you're blushing, princess." He murmurs, his other hand shifting to stroke over his cock. "So little you fit in the palm of my hand," he teases like being a handful isn't enough compared to the thick length that he can feel pressing against his skin. Dabi opens his mouth to snap at him, shame coiling through his gut at the insinuation that he's not perfectly normal when Duster is the one with the abnormally large cock. "Really can't even be a cock when you're so little, but that's okay. I think it's adorable that my baby girl has a needy, dripping little clit." 

Dabi keens. His entire body goes hot with his anxiety, his arousal, because that word feels like it reaches beneath his skin and grabs a handful of his nerves that have never been touched before. He says that and Dabi shatters, his mind flooded with need and shame, as his back arches up into Tomura's body involuntarily as his balls go so, so tight. He tries desperately to fight off the orgasm that wants to crest through him, but he can't stop it from happening. It tears through him and he bites down on his lip more roughly. He isn't supposed to feel like this. Isn't supposed to like it so much, but he is trembling on the bed as Tomura's eyes light up as he watches him fall apart, his... clit spilling messily in his hand as the pleasure wracks through him. 

Duster laughs at him and Dabi wants to set them both on fire as he tries so hard to catch his breath, looking for any words that he can use to try and retain some amount of dignity. But Tomura is speaking before he can. "Oh, sweetheart, you really were just all talk? After giving me so much lip?" He presses a kiss to his burning cheeks and Dabi can smell the heat coming off of his skin starting to tinge with smoke as his humiliation sends his quirk hotter through his body. "Were you just talking such a big game because you didn't want to admit that you're so inexperienced, princess?" Tomura crooks his fingers again, making Dabi cry out as the sharp over stimulation makes his nerves sting as badly as his pride. "You didn't have to pretend, baby girl." He thumbs over the head of his clit, making Dabi whimper again as it hurts from how good it feels so soon after his orgasm. "You just needed to tell me that you needed to be pampered while you learned what your body could handle. Then I wouldn't have to punish you for having such a nasty attitude and for failing to keep it together when I've barely started spoiling my little girl's body. I could have just made sure that my princess was enjoying his first time." 

"'m not a virgin," he mumbles, his breathing short and tight as every good sensation hurts almost twice as much. He's never had his nerves sting like this before because he's never lingered in bed with partners once they got off. Normally he's good about keeping it together until then, but Shig doesn't seem close at all as he mocks him. 

Duster hums in the back of his throat as he slips his fingers from Dabi's body and shifts over him, pushing up from his form. "Maybe not when you had a dirty little cock that you were playing with. But I think this is my baby girl's first time, isn't it?" Dabi wants to protest further but as he meets Shig's eyes, he sees that beyond the mockery, his pupils are blown wide with his want too, his hair wild around his face, and Dabi loses the words in his throat. "Don't lie to me, princess." He prompts him more gently. 

And... Dabi wants this to be his first time. Wants to have Shigaraki taking him apart like he's never been allowed to feel this good because he hasn't. He never got the fantasy, never thought that losing his virginity was really something all that interesting, didn't like taking partners who didn't have any experience because he didn't want the responsibility of trying to make sure that they were having a great first experience. But he can see how much that works for Tomura. How it could be nice to pretend and have an excuse over why the other man was able to get him off so quickly. So instead of arguing, he barely manages to croak out, "Yes, sir," as his body starts to hum again like he might actually be able to get off for a second time so soon. 

"Good girl." Tomura gives him another kiss, like he's stealing the first one of these he's had in his life as well. 

He's not expecting Tomura to coax him off of his back and make him sit up, but when he does, Tomura reaches over to the nightstand again. He clicks a button on a small remote there and Dabi startles to hear a soft mechanical whirring from overhead and he glances up, half-terrified that Shig has a hidden camera or something in the room that he's going to reveal and tell him he was only entertaining this for so long so he could humiliate him entirely. Instead two panels over the bed part along a thin seam and slide to the sides, revealing a large mirror that is reflecting Dabi's shocked, disheveled expression back at him. 

"When the fuck--" 

"You're going to be happy that I have it, princess." Tomura cuts him off, amusement still clear in his voice, "Come here, baby girl." 

Dabi wants to be touched more than he wants to argue with Shigaraki, so he huffs and then moves back over to him. He's not expecting Tomura to bring him close, pulling him into his lap as he leans against the headboard and pillows as he turns Dabi around so his back is against his chest. He whimpers when he feels Tomura's cock rub against his hole, but he doesn't slip inside. Tomura's legs are folded beneath them, as his hands catch Dabi's thighs and he presses them together. And once his cock is slick with the lube that is leaking out of his hole, he pushes between the tight squeeze of Dabi's legs. Dabi's entire face heats more as he feels him spread that slickness between his thighs, until the head of Tomura's cock is pushing up and out of the seal of his legs, past Dabi's balls, and rubbing against his soft clit. The fact that he can see his head, can feel him all the way between his legs has him whimpering, his body trying to send blood back to his spent clit to make him harder. 

"Look at you, princess," Tomura says, catching his chin with his cum-slick fingers and making him look up at the mirror overhead. Dabi whimpers as he sees himself, his pupils blown, sweat and cum dripping against his skin, Tomura's cock pressing up between his thighs as his own struggles to stand. He looks ruined, and Sir hasn't even put his cock inside of him yet. Tomura noses against his cheek, a soft, satisfied sigh against his skin. "Absolutely gorgeous, babydoll. And you're going to let me fuck your pretty thighs like you aren't anything but a toy, aren't you?" 

He doesn't wait for an answer, able to wrap an arm around his waist and force his body to move with him as he fucks up into the circle of his thighs. Dabi moans loudly as it happens, as that sensation has Tomura rubbing against all of his most sensitive parts and making him desperate to have his thick cock inside of him instead of playing with him. Tomura finds a new rhythm and Dabi wants that inside of him as every thrust, every time he bounces him in his lap, he tries to squirm in the firm grip to get Tomura's cock inside of his body.

He's close to begging for it by the time his clit is hard again, but before he can the movements stop entirely as Tomura's hands stop holding him in place. "You're already getting so excited again, princess?" That mockery in his voice is so clear. "I don't know if it's more cute or more pathetic that you're so needy, baby." He reaches across the dark duvet and plucks the pink ring from the surface. Dabi whimpers, shaking his head weakly. He's already getting hot enough that he's thinking about his next orgasm. He doesn't want to have that choked off by the toy, but Tomura is unrelenting. "This is what happens when you're so desperate, princess. Unless my good girl needs to use a color?" He pauses, giving him enough time to say no, to stop this before it keeps going, but the tattered scraps of Dabi's ego try to lift themselves from the floor. He's already proven that he's not nearly as experienced as Shigaraki. He doesn't need to humiliate himself any further by failing to actually follow through on the bet that they made. 

"Green, sir." His words are barely a whisper, and Tomura coaxes him to turn his head, taking another kiss from his lips as the cool silicone is brought around his sensitive clit. The constriction immediately makes Dabi regret the words, wanting to have relief again so badly, especially when, once his hands are free, Tomura takes hold of his body again and starts to move Dabi's body again. His cock fucks into the press of his thighs, the sound obscenely wet as it happens. 

"Good girl. So well-behaved." The praise seeps beneath his skin, trying to find all of the places the earlier words left wounds, "My pretty girl, going to be thinking about how cute you look with your pink clit straining so hard and your eyes so bright and hazy." 

Dabi whimpers as the words make him even warmer, his clit blushing brightly with blood as a fresh bead of pre-cum manages to slip over his head. The choking pressure of the ring reminds him that he's not going to get to his orgasm quickly no matter how badly he's already craving it. 

Tomura chuckles as he watches him get so desperate. "Haven't even filled up my princess's pussy and he's already leaking again? Oh, baby, I'm going to have to keep you all locked up if I don't want to find out that you've been making your cunt filthy with a hundred cocks just to satisfy how much of a whore your needy body is turning out to be." 

He's going to combust. He is going to light them both on fire, as his body is forced to move, his... cunt clenching unhappily on nothing as his hands knot into the sheets, squeezing tightly. The staples across his palms strain, but that doesn't relieve the pressure in his balls as he feels how quickly his desire to cum is building across his nerves as Tomura fucks his thighs. "Please," it's all shame and need tangled in his throat as he croaks out the word. 

"'Please'? You want me to lock you up? I could chain you right here in my bed and leave the mirror open." He catches his chin again and makes him look up so he can see how ruined he is, how Tomura's cock is rubbing against his balls as he fucks harder and faster between his legs. "And tape a bullet to your cute clit. I could leave you right here all day and come back to find you in a puddle of your cum, tears all over your pretty face from how bad it hurts now that your clit is soft and overused. You would still beg me to fill up your empty cunt when I turned off the toy, wouldn't you?" 

"Please, sir," he begs again, his head swimming with his heat. He needs it. He wants it. More than he's ever wanted anything else in bed before. 

"'Please' what, baby girl? You have to be clear or I'm going to have to leave you here until you figure out how to use your words." 

"Please, please, please," his voice breaks on a sob, the pressure beneath his seams too great and tinting his vision pink as bloody tears begin to slip over his cheeks. "Please fuck my pussy!" 

"There's a good girl." 

He's going to be ruined. He's going to need to hear someone calling him that, telling him he's doing a good job forever if he wants to ever be able to chase the high that being fucked like this gives him. He's going to be desperate and searching for any other kink that can make him feel better than he does right now because otherwise he'll have to immolate himself to fight the humiliation that is going to live under his skin forever. 

Tomura shifts his body in his lap, leaning him back a little further as he murmurs, "I want you to watch, baby girl," as his cock nudges against his hole. The sound that Dabi makes is inhuman and he realizes that this angle lets him see it as Tomura holds him against his chest, an arm hooked beneath his legs to draw them up to Dabi's chest as he lowers him onto his cock. The press of his thick cock into his body and the sight of his pussy being spread open around him makes his arousal pulse so sharply through him, and makes the pressure of the ring on his clit so much worse that he's sobbing again as he's given what he asked for. 

Tomura sinks him onto his cock in one smooth movement and Dabi fumbles, reaching back and hooking his fingers around the edge of the headboard mostly to just have something to hold onto as he's made fuller than he ever has been in his life.  "Mm, you're so tight, princess. You feel so good. Do you feel good with Sir's cock inside of your pussy, baby?" 

Dabi sobs again, which is certainly not an answer, but Tomura just chuckles against the shell of his ear as he tightens his hold, still careful with his uncovered hand, as he bounces Dabi in his lap, moving his hips up into him so he can give him the first real thrust. 

"I know it feels good because your clit is so pink, princess. You know that those rings are supposed to make you bigger and last longer, but I think my babydoll is going to show me just how inexperienced he is when his little clit cums again before I've even filled up his lovely, tight pussy." 

Dabi is past caring about impressing Shig by lasting at all. The pleasure in his body as the other man sets them to the same rhythm as he pumped his fingers inside of him, as he fucked his thighs, starting again as Tomura makes certain that he doesn't give him a moment to breathe. He is shameless as more moans and babbled words fall off his lips, his clit hurting so badly through every one as Tomura doesn't seem to be close to stopping. 

"Sir, sir, sir," The word drips off of his lips like his bloody tears falling from his cheeks. He doesn't think he's ever cried in bed before, but he's never had sex that feels like this either. 

"You're doing such a good job, firefly," Tomura murmurs, the words barely loud enough for him to hear over the slap of their skin with each hard thrust that his partner brings him into. "Sound so pretty falling apart for me." But he doesn't relent. He keeps going, until Dabi can't keep watching them in the mirror anymore, his body forced to be small for Tomura, forced to be lifted on and off of him like a toy, without Dabi able to do anything to get more relief for himself. 

Until he gets desperate enough after another minute or two to try to reach for his clit, wanting to pull the ring off himself as his balls go so tight that he's certain that he'll die without being able to actually cum. He's not expecting Tomura to fully stop what he's doing and nip sharply at his ear. 

"Don't you dare, princess. You misbehaved. Now you cum like this or you won't get to cum again at all. I'll pull out and you can lie here watching how long it takes for your clit to get soft again." 

Dabi whimpers, "Please, Tomura, hurts--" his hand hesitantly reaches back to the headboard. 

"It won't hurt anymore once you show me what a good girl you are and squirt for me." And he goes right back into the brutal pace from before, his body never wavering like he could do this forever. Like he's nowhere near as close as Dabi is as he keens again as his whole body aches and tries to do what the other is telling him to, but the silicone chokes that satisfaction. "Show me how pretty you are falling apart on my cock, princess." His voice hot and low in his ears. "Pretty eyes full of tears, tight pussy stretched open and gushing, your cute little clit bouncing every time I fuck into you harder," he punctuates the words with another hard thrust that has Dabi moaning so loudly that he's worried someone might hear him through the walls. "Never would have expected you to be such a good girl when I got you into my bed. Never would have thought that you would be so sweet and responsive for me. You're so perfect, baby girl." 

Dabi doesn't know what it says about the state of his head that that is what sends him over the edge, but with a force that he didn't know could tear through him without leaving him reduced to ash, Dabi's orgasm wracks his body. His clit aches and pulses as the silicone can't stop it from racing over his nerves. His whole body goes taut as it happens, a silent scream of his pleasure caught in his throat as he arches back even harder into Tomura's body, and Sir lets out an animalistic sound of his own, a growl as he fucks him through that tightening of his insides, going hard as Dabi's body is flooded with endorphins, until his hold tightens too and he lets out a groan as he finally, finally lets himself orgasm as well. His cock twitches inside of him and Dabi feels how much wetter he gets as he's suddenly filled with lube and cum. He expects the other to pull out, but Tomura doesn't, and when he has a bit of his wits about him, Dabi squirms weakly. 

"Not yet, princess. I want my little girl to watch and see how good his pussy was at taking my cock." 

Dabi didn't know that he could get any more embarrassed, but Tomura makes him watch as he starts to soften, as he lifts him one final time and he can see how his cunt is gaping open from how big his cock was, and how much cum he pushed inside of him as it spills out down the backs of his thighs. 

Only then, when he's trembling again with the pulse of his embarrassment in his veins, does Shig lay him down on the bed and take off the cock ring. His clit is able to soften more rapidly then as Duster leans over to the nightstand and gets a packet of wipes to clean the cum from his skin. Dabi doesn't have any energy left to protest or even move as Tomura cleans them both up before he lays down on the bed beside him. 

It's been quiet for a few minutes, Dabi just finished catching his breath and only just starting to try to get his wits about him when Shig speaks first. "I distinctly remember you saying you don't cuddle--" 

Dabi grabs one of his pillows and whips it at his face as hard as his soupy muscles can. Tomura just laughs at him, brighter and more genuine than the meaner ones that he was using before. Then he tosses it back up against the headboard before he reaches for Dabi. He's put on a different set of gloves, so he can hold onto him with all ten fingers when he pulls Dabi's overheated body against his unnaturally cool skin, lips pressing into the halo of his hair as Dabi lets himself slump against him completely. 

Duster sighs softly when he doesn't protest or struggle against his grip, his fingers tracing soft patterns against his skin. The last thing that Dabi remembers hearing is a soft, content sigh from the other, his arms still holding him tight against his body. 

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The next morning is... weirdly normal. Duster reassures him that even though everyone else who comes in here always gabs about their experience with him, he doesn't share any kind of information about that person's preferences with other people. Dabi doesn't have to be embarrassed about what he liked, they don't have to do this again, but the door is open if he wants to. He lets Dabi shower in his room and they go together to the living room for breakfast where they find that Toga has taken it upon herself to order them an obscene amount of greasy breakfast food to chase away their hangovers. No one is aware enough of their surroundings to take note of the fact they come into the room together, and by the time they're halfway through the meal, Dabi realizes that nothing does have to change because he and Shig are right back to business as usual. 

And on things go. Dabi does take another two people to bed, trying to find ones who are willing to top him, and he doesn't know if it's because he doesn't let them call him a girl, or if it's just because they're not as experienced as Shigaraki, but the sex is definitely not as good. Shig on the other hand, seems to have had his fill for a while, saying that he was so insatiable before because it has been months, but that he's spoiled for choice now and he's good until something special catches his eye. He shrugs like it's nothing, and the third person Dabi decides to take to bed is the first that was also with Shig at some point and he asks her what she thought of the experience. 

She gushes over how attentive he was. He sat her down and asked her things that other doms rarely do for such a short-term arrangement and she had been absolutely thrilled to scene with him. He was phenomenal, making sure that she had everything that she wanted and that she felt so good before he had even seemed to think about his own pleasure at all. She is starry-eyed with the memory and Dabi... can't help asking around to a few of the other grunts when he's finished with her. There's an... answer to a question that he didn't realize that he should have been asking sitting somewhere in the back of his mind and as he talks to the others, it takes a more concrete form. 

They're back ins Shig's office, Duster prepping a fresh shot of espresso when he finally asks, half-knowing what he expects to hear, "What's your fantasy?" 

Tomura blinks, looking up from the machine as he slots the cup into place. "To be king. You already know that." 

Dabi stands from the couch and crosses the small space between them, Shig turning to face him fully as he does. Dabi curls his fingers in the tie at his neck. "Not for the war. Your fantasy-- in bed. You," his face heats slightly. "You gave me something I didn't know I wanted and didn't know I would be into. You give everyone that when you take them to bed. But you never said anything about what you wanted." He tries to fight through the nerves that try to surface as he takes another step closer, until their bodies are practically pressed together again and he's breathing, "What do you want, sir?" 

Tomura sucks in a short, sharp breath, and his eyes look as desperate as Dabi's did as he was watching himself get fucked in the other man's mirror. He hesitates for another second before his gloved hand curls around Dabi's hip and he pulls him in the rest of the way. His voice is soft, like he's scared raising it at all will shatter the tension in the room and the shards will cut them to ribbons. "I... want the same person in my bed every night. I want him to have my marks on his skin, my collar around his throat, and I want to wake up with him still in my sheets every morning." Every word is weighed down with such a sincerity that it seems to make the air in his lungs heavier, tightening Dabi's chest in a way that he didn't expect even with his suspicions about what Tomura's answer would be. “I want someone who stays with me throughout this war while we're working towards our goals, but who is mine. My companion, my confidant, my sub, my... lover. I want someone who knows that I'm trying to make a future for all of us, but who understands that it's him that I want in that future most." His eyes never waver from his own as he takes another small breath before he says, "I fantasize about that future and waking up early every morning so I can watch how the sunrise will make his staples sparkle in the light, and how conditioned I'll be to getting aroused at the first whiff of smoke from his skin. " 

Tomura stoppers his words and waits, his own question hanging silently in the heavy air between them. He wants Dabi. And he isn't sure that anyone in the world has ever wanted him like Shigaraki is saying he does. He doesn't think that he's ever even contemplated being wanted like that, about having a future after his revenge. He isn't sure that he can give Tomura all of that. "Let's start with sunrise and marks." Dabi croaks, because he wants to try. 

Tomura pulls him closer, mouth hovering over his as he says, "You know how to make me slow down, princess," before he's trying to devour him again. 

Dabi doesn't need his safe word, but Tomura will probably be needing a new desk on account of the handprints that he'd burned into the surface as he was bent over it. He's not sure how many of Tomura's fantasies that he'll actually be able to deliver on, but for the first time since he really started to get introduced to kink and fetishes, he decides that it's actually worth trying. Maybe, like the other things Tomura's shown him in bed, he'll enjoy being owned enough to try to make sense of the romance stuff too. Couldn't hurt to try. 

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started watching acro trip and all i can say is that chroma is so silly i love him so much he's such a girlfailure

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Deep in the Forest [Loki x Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Just a short, smutty, imagine. You and Loki in a tent having feelings. Warnings: 18+ only. Smut. Mild angst. (w/c 750)

Loki’s lips brush down the delicate skin of your throat; kissing slowly in time with his thrusts. You can feel your pulse inside his breath, flooding the sliver of space between you as his mouth comes to rest on your shoulder with a whisper of praise.

Quiet. You have to be quiet.

The way he moves inside you, the muted whimpers he stifles with every drag of his cock to the tip—if you could absorb a moment, wrap yourself in it forever, it would be this one.

Moments ago, his fingers burst through the thin bottom of your tent. He was willing himself not to explode, or moan so loudly the foxes would begin to howl. Either way, it amounts to the same.

They curl deep in the earth as he roots himself: his digits in soil, his cock in your cunt. The other hand plays with your breast, thumbing the nipple, and his sighs grow heavy while the humidity rises. “Darling,” he murmurs, and you comb damp straggles of hair from his face. His sapphire eyes find yours in the gloom of smothered torchlight; hooded, fogged with a desire he can never name. But you can: ‘love’—and so will he…eventually. The others are in tents dotted around yours.

Cap said, explicitly, ‘no, late night shenanigans’ while looking directly at Loki. And Loki had smiled, innocence swelling in his eyes as he pressed a palm to his chest: wounded. But he came, like he always does, because he can’t resist what you are together. He never can. “Darling,” he chokes again, as another liquid rock of his hips makes you forget your own name. Your legs tighten around him, pushing him deeper, and the torch rolls from its forgotten nest in the sleeping bag. “Shit, Loki…” you hiss, fumbling a hand towards the traitorous torch. Cap'll be all over that like nettle burn. He snorts against your hair, and in a flash, the clunky object vanishes. And with it—the sniff of light. “Hush,” he soothes, making you clench around the root of his cock. For some fucking reason his voice is even more devastating when you can’t see his face. “You wouldn’t want me to be discovered, would you? Deep inside you; deep in the forest of a strange land.” A shiver wrenches down your spine and makes your hips jolt.

Loki groans, stifled by a well-timed kiss. His tongue nudges deeper, a contented sigh rumbling in his chest as you arch into him and his palm slides under your head. Slowly, slowly, he rolls upwards, tugging your clit with his pelvis. It’s inevitable, now.

Climax sparks and begins to blossom outwards, licking between your thighs, tightening every muscle beneath your waist with pure pleasure. It’s inevitable, you think—as he pants quietly in time with your quickening breaths, as he smothers the need to spur you on with loud, filthy commands. A short whine slips between his teeth, and his back muscles tense. “Cum with me, Loki,” you whisper, and his heartbeat hammers against your chest. Long curls pool in your collarbone as his lips find yours in the darkness and Loki of Asgard groans his orgasm deep into your throat.

It’s inevitable, you think again, as your hand slides down his damp back, over the curve of his unbearably hard ass, clutching the twisted sleeping bag in a fist. The two of your are right together, and the world makes sense. He kisses the side of your nose as your silent gasps of orgasm ebb; the tip of your cheekbone, the shell of your ear. Loki's nostrils puff quietly in the humid silence. A droplet from the tent fabric drips onto your leg as you unwind from his body and he shifts to the side. He slips from inside you, seed hot on your inner thigh, and you miss him immediately: a particular kind of emptiness. You wonder if he feels it, too.   “I should go,” he murmurs, but he doesn’t want to. Resistance strings through the syllables like dew on spiderweb. You wait, just in case there’s something else he wants to add to that statement. A confession of love, perhaps. But in the pitch black, the only thing that follows is the trail of a long finger down your cheek, and a brush of his thumb over your lips. And then, his breath hitches. “I…” he starts, and then the words are eaten by the darkness in which they find themselves.

“Go,” you whisper. He leans forward, catching your lips like he’ll never leave. But he does, leaving a gap in the tent flap so you can see the stars. The tent smells of him. “I love you,” you whisper into the pillow with a smile, imagining Loki doing the same four tents over. You’ll say it soon enough. And so will he. It’s inevitable.

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stay with me, please?

messages; b. eilish

warnings: nothing but pure fluff, flirty!billie, slight teasing if you squint, girlcrush!billie, pda in front of friends, not proof read, honestly idk what else lol I just hope its as good as it was in my head... I was sick when the idea came to me lol, might rewrite at later date.

wc: 2.6k

The room was warm and cozy, the lights dim and soft as the sweet aroma of the candle burning sat in the center of the room. The amount of board games and card games that sat around Billies living room left you bouncing in excitement. Sitting cozy on one of her plush couches as you gush to Zoe about all the different books you’ve recently added to your collection. Getting lost in the conversation zoning out all the other background noise as you two discuss your favorite authors. The sweet melodies of her laugh fill the room, causing you to glance over in her direction, as she lays curled up on the other couch laughing at something one of her friends showed her. 

Her dark hair hanging loose around her face as a few pieces lay stuck on the pair of glasses framing her soft blue orbs. Her posture is lazy and carefree as she readjusts in her spot, flexing her hips before running her hands through her hair. Tucking a few pieces behind her ear as her eyes search the room. A small smile works its way across your face as you feel the flutter erupt in your belly. Your cheeks heating up slightly as you notice the look on Zoe's face as she encourages your attention back to your previous conversation, unintentionally taking your mind off Billie.

It doesn’t take her long before her eyes land on you. Sitting comfortably across the room with Zoe as you gush about the book you recently just finished. She couldn’t help the smile that grew across her face. You had been so nervous when she had invited you over for game night the blush creeping on your cheeks as her soft words filled your ears. 

“It won’t be that many people, just a couple,” she says with a nervous chuckle. It would be your first time meeting any of her friends, besides the few mutual friends that you two shared. “Plus, Zoe has been begging to meet you.” She whispers softly as the tip of her tongue teases her lips. A cheeky grin plastered on her face as she looked over at you. Noticing your round eyes, and the slight shocked expression on your face she feels her heartbeat quicken. Maybe it’s too soon? 

“You totally don’t have to come if you are uncomfortable.” She rushes, her smile falling short as her eyes drop to the floor. Lip captured between her teeth as her fingers fidget with the rings lining her hands. Her chest pounding as it echoed in her ears. Her nerves were firing across her body like pop-its against the concrete on a hot summer day as she waited for you to say something. Anything. You two had been casually seeing each other for a few weeks, so everything was still fresh and new between the both of you. Her stare was always soft, yet intimidating. Her touch gentle, yet steady. She was addicting, and you couldn’t get enough of her. 

“I’ll be there.” You mutter as you glance up at her through your lashes. You wanted to spend every minute you could with her. Hearing her laugh, seeing her pretty smile, feeling the raging butterflies anytime she asked you to look at her, and you did. Always. Her smile quickly grows as she sees your cheeks flushed. Your bottom lip is swollen and pink. Eyes soft and doe-like as you reach over for her hand. Silencing her nerves as you interlace your fingers with hers. 

“Saturday, 5 pm. Don’t be late.” She jokes as her own cheeks begin to flush. Her eyes flickering between yours and your swollen lips as she gently reaches up and brushes her fingers along your cheek. The cold metal of her rings sends a shiver down your skin as you try to calm your racing heart. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” You whisper as you bite your lip trying desperately to hide your growing smirk. How can something so simple as a game night with her and her friends make you so nervous yet so excited?

“Sorry to interrupt, but can I steal her for a bit Zo?” You hear Billie's soft voice causing you and Zoe to glance up in her direction. Not sure when she made her way over to you but with a soft nod from Zoe you got up from your seat and followed Billie back over to where she was sitting before. You swear you can hear your heart beating in your ears as you go to sit down next to her on the couch only to be stopped by her hand on your hip and her raspy voice in your ear. Her hot breath sends chills down your spine as you follow her request, I want to hold you, sit on my lap? 

Her hands steady on your hips as you lower yourself to sit across her lap. Your ankles cross as your legs dangle over hers. Her fingers squeezing your hip before they slide their way around your lower torso wrapping themselves securely around you. A soft tug back causing you to lean fully against her. You feel her press a quick peck to your shoulder before she places her chin on your shoulder glancing up at you through her dark lashes. 

Her smile is sweet and soft as she twirls the piece of gum around her tongue. Her minty breath takes over your senses. “Hi pretty,” She whispers as her smile only grows her fingers dancing against your skin as you smile back down at her whispering a soft hello in return. 

Your cheeks heat up at the sweet moment between you two as you feel the butterflies fluttering deep in your belly. Glancing down at her as you reach your hand up to tuck a piece of her bangs behind her ear. “Are you having fun?” You ask as you feel her lean back further into the couch getting comfy before a chuckle leaves her lips. “I think I’m the one who's supposed to be asking you that.” She replies as her tongue swipes across her lips. A cheeky grin on her cheeks. “But yes, I’m having fun. Are you?” Her smirk still persists on her face as you lower your hands to your lap. Looking at her over your shoulder, “I’m having a blast. Thank you for inviting me.” You reply as you feel your cheeks heat up once. The bashfulness takes over as you glance down at your fingers. Forgetting that you were in a room full of her friends and she had you sitting on her lap sending you flirty smirks. Her perfume floods your senses as you subconsciously breathe her in. Not wanting the sweet moment to end.

“You’re welcome.” Billie hums as she moves one of her hands to your chin and directs your gaze back to her. Her cheeks rosy and her lips swollen as you notice her once soft eyes are turning a shade darker as she works her eyes across your features. “I like having you here.” She whispers. It was her turn to get bashful as the heat rose her cheeks to an even deeper shade of red.

“I like being here.” You reply as you feel your pulse between your fingers as you pinch yourself to make sure you’re not dreaming. Everything about her was a dream. The way she was looking at you. Not missing the way her lips quirked as she saw your cheeks heat up. Or the way your breath caught as she gently tapped her fingers along your thigh before squeezing your knee. The hand that sat on your hip slowly worked its way behind you, gently laying at the base of your spine to help keep you steady as she felt you wiggle against her lap. Her stare heavy on yours as she wears a lip biting smirk.

“Alright you two love birds, I think it’s time I steal her from you Bils. I’m starving and she's the only one I trust to make her famous bean dip. Soooo c’mon-” Quen states as she quickly plops down on the couch beside you two causing you to slightly lose your balance on Billies lap. 

Quickly gripping your hips, steadying your body against hers as you both look at Quen. Sitting there with a smirk on her lips as she motions for you to get up. A soft giggle leaves your lips as you lean in to lay a soft peck on Billie's cheek before standing up and leading Quen to the kitchen. Leaving Billie to sit there flustered and slightly confused on how everyone keeps stealing your attention away from her. Her eyes are quick to follow you as you guys make your way out of the living room. Her bottom lip lays between her teeth as she sees you blow her a kiss over your shoulder. Your eyes catching hers as Billie can’t hide her smirk any longer. Getting up and making quick work to follow you guys not wanting to be away from you any longer. 

*** 

After a lot of food, laughter, endless rounds of UNO, and a very competitive Billie, who wore a very cute pout anytime she lost a hand of UNO, you found yourself constantly in a fit of giggles the more she got worked up. She tries desperately to hide her giddiness at your cute giggles, but she finds it harder and harder every time she looks over at you to see your eyes shining and your smile bright anytime she loses a hand. With a shake of her head trying to hide her blush and a chuckle bouncing off her lips she decided to switch the games up. Swiftly putting all the cards away from UNO as she hears you excuse yourself to the bathroom. Giving you a gentle nod and small smirk you bounce your way down the hall. Noticing Shark laying all cozied up you give him a quick pat on the head and scratch behind the ear as you pass him before entering the bathroom. Closing the door behind you and taking a glance at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes wide and wild as your cheeks brightened your pale face. Your hair sits perfectly around your face as you adjust a few pieces around your temple. Lips slightly swollen and red from the on again off again pressure of your teeth. 

Taking a deep breath and quickly readjusting your shirt you take one last look in the mirror before you check your phone. Noticing the time and realizing that you have a shift tomorrow you groan. Not because you had to work, but simply for the fact that you would have to call this night an end and say goodnight to Billie. Your heart drops at the thought, you weren’t ready for it to all end. Not with how comfortable and welcoming everyone of her friends had made you feel from the moment you walked in the front door. Not with the way Billie had been looking at you all night and all her flirty smirks had you craving her in ways you didn’t want to wait for. The tightness in your core makes itself known once again. Unlocking your phone and sending a quick text letting Quen know that you were probably gonna head out soon. 

You felt your phone vibrate letting you know that she texted you back, but before you could respond back to Quen another message came through. Glancing over the text, your cheeks heat up at Billies name in your notifications. Your fingers make quick work to send a response. Your lip laid prisoner to your teeth as you read the multiple texts she sent back in response. Your heart beating against your chest as you feel the giddiness simmer its way across your body. Leaning back against the sink, tapping your fingers along your phone screen as you teeter with the idea of accepting her offer. 

Before you have a second thought you send your final response before pushing yourself off the sink and making your way to open the door and back down the hall to the living room. Billie offers her soft goodbyes and tight hugs as everyone helps to clean up the living room before making their way out for the night. You offer your own soft goodbyes and nice to meet yous that bounce off the walls as you gather up the last of the food and carry it to the kitchen. Leaving Billie to lock up once everyone was gone. Gently scraping the food in the trash can and placing the dishes in the sink you can’t help the smile that works its way across your cheeks. She wants you to stay with her. She didn’t want to say goodbye either. The butterflies are slowly turning into fireworks as you feel your skin to heat up. You feel her soft touch along your hips before you hear her soft voice whisper to leave the dishes for her and to come with her to bed. 

Not wanting to waste the little bit of time she had left with you before you would have to head to bed for work doing dishes when she could have you wrapped up with her in her sheets. The both of you feel the heavy tension in the air. The tension that has slowly been building thicker and thicker all night. The craving of your lips exploring each other's bodies. Feeling each other shake and quiver under each other's touch. The craving of making each other moan and whimper as you find all the sweet spots you both had to offer. You both knew you couldn’t wait any longer. 

Letting her lead you up to her room as her hands lay genty around your waist. Her lips gentle and sweet against your burning skin as she leaves open mouth kisses along your shoulder. Quickly shutting the bedroom door behind her as her smirk grows across your skin. Spinning you around in her arms so you were now facing her. Her face buried in your neck as her tongue makes quick work to lick and suck every inch leading up to your ear. 

“No more distractions.” she whispers against the shell of your ear. Your hands gripping her waist as she pulls you flush against her. Your chest brushing up against one another as her lips work along your jaw laying a soft peck at the corner of your mouth. 

“Did you still want my kisses baby?” She mumbles against your lips. You feel the tip of her tongue as she pokes it out to moisten her lips. Gently brushing it across yours as she feels your intake of breath as her hand slides up your back. Groaning as you reach your hand up to cup her cheek, eyes closed as you search for her lips. A raspy groan leaves her lips as she feels your fingers tangle themselves in her dark locks as you brush your lips against hers. 

You only offer her a smirk in return before you feel her lips crash against yours. Causing an endless amount of fireworks to explode deep in your belly and your sweet moans fill the room as she pushes you back towards the bed. Her smirk growing even bigger as she slowly works her baggy t-shirt over her head. 

She groans as she tosses her shirt to the floor and quickly ties her hair up making her way towards you. 

She works her way up your body that was now laying across her bed. Her smirk only grows as she tugs on the hem of your shirt as her hips straddle yours. Her finger tips tapping along your waist line. A devilish smirk lays across her lips as she looks down at you.

“Oh, you’re definitely staying with me tonight.”

[mattybsgroupie]

— BUSY

— established relationship; oral (f receiving); p in v; creampie; dom!matt

— NOTES: i’ve been so busy with school so i think i might not be able to post fics every week like i usually do, but i’m gonna do my best to continue!!! just sweet “miss you” sex with matt, not proofread as usual but hope you enjoy!

the door creaks open as matt walks into the room in noiseless, careful steps, intending not to wake you. however, the hiss of running water along with the beam of light coming from the ajar door is enough to snap you out of your light reverie. gazing at the surroundings, you spot the bundle of keys on the desk and matt's shoes stacked next to his closet, indicating that he had finally arrived home.

matt had been extremely busy. work, meetings, events, recordings — the small amount of time you had each other's company was during the late evenings, in which you found yourself unable to stay awake, and the early mornings, when sleep was crucial for matt. with a heavy sigh, you roll over in bed and tug at the sheet, aware that he wouldn't be in the mood for chatting or unwinding.

the warm steam and the fresh aroma takes over the place as matt opens the bathroom door. the water drips from the edges of his hair onto his bare back, forming a delicate pattern on his fair skin. matt hurriedly puts on a pair of pants and, in lazy steps, sprawls next to you in bed. his arms reaches for your waist and his slender fingers caress your hair, a deep breath escaping his lips as he smells your scent.

you let out a chuckle as you feel his lips pressing against your neck, matt sitting up in surprise. “hi, sweetheart” he says softly, stroking your cheek with his thumb once you'd turned over on your stomach. “i thought you were asleep” matt whispers, lowering his body to nuzzle the tips of both your noses, giving you an eskimo kiss. you grin at the affectionate gesture, running your fingers through the damp strands and playing with his brown locks.

“i missed you” you confess as matt lays on top of you, resting his head on your chest and embracing you. his weight against your body feels like a warm hug after a long time in the cold, his grip growing stronger as you ran your digits across his bare back.

“i missed you more” he responds, raising his chin and staring at you with bright blue eyes. “so much more” matt says, planting kisses everywhere he could reach before crawling inside your shirt, pressing his chapped lips against your tummy and trailing pecks up to your breasts.

he stops below your boobs, lifting his head and stretching the fabric, as if waiting for your approval. “they miss you too” you smile at his patience, allowing him to go further. your nipples appear swollen and erect, this much time without matt’s slow, sensual caresses making you more sensitive to any kind of stimulation. he latches his lips around your hardened nub, sucking it harshly before swirling his tongue in round motions and massaging your other tit. 

you could feel matt’s cock growing hard against you, his hips slightly writhing in back and forth movements between your legs causing your pussy to throb. searching for air, matt frees himself from your shirt, helping you to remove the fabric. his soft smile had turned into a naughty grin, his once wet strands now dry and messy, a pink tint appearing on his cheeks. “i wonder if there’s any other girl missing me?” he jokes, fondling your thighs and stopping next to your crotch, brushing his digits over your heat. 

“dunno” you tease him back, running your tongue over your teeth and bending your knees, opening your legs. “gonna need to check her, yeah?” matt says when he sees the wet spot forming in your shorts, both hands hovering over the sides of your hips before removing your last piece of clothing, leaving you completely bare. 

he tilts his head, gaze flickering between your open cunt and your eyes as he places two fingers on your lips, spreading them apart. “i think she does” he concludes, nodding his head. “she’s all wet and swollen” matt continues, this time traveling his digits between your folds and pressing your clit, eliciting a choked maon from you. “you won’t mind if i give her some attention, right? this poor little thing needs it”.

you nod, chewing on your own lips, a failed attempt to not sound pathetic when matt positioned himself in front of your pussy, giving your clit lazy, sloppy kisses. your noises became louder as he increased the intensity — matt was starving. he missed your taste, and after so long, it felt like the first time he had eaten you out. 

matt hums against your pussy as he drags his dick against the mattress, the stimulation making his tip leak pre-cum. the sudden wave of pleasure forces you to close your legs around his head, your hips unwittingly bucking forward in search of more friction. “someone’s eager, huh?” matt says as he pulls away, his face covered in your juices.

“i need you” you pant, whining for the lack of stimulation. “need your c-cock” you admit in a low tone, the desire growing bigger than the embarrassment of asking him that.

“yeah? that pretty pussy misses cock?” matt teases as he stands up, removing his pants. he’s completely naked now, his stiff shaft slapping against his lower tummy before going back to you.

matt pumps himself a few times, spreading the pre-cum on his length and places his tip against your clit, rubbing it lazily. “matt!” you moan, the wetness of both parts making everything slippery and easier for matt to slip it in.

“how long has it been hm?” you throw your head back and you mouth falls open as matt inserts himself into you, his girth opening you up and stretching your walls. you could feel every inch of him pushing inside, his pumping veins filling you up completely. “t-too long” you manage to speak, moaning loudly when his tip hits your cervix. “you’re so fucking tight” he says and stops moving — both of you needed to get used to each other’s size again.

“nghn— been so— busy” matt complains to himself as he slowly thrusts his hips forward, small motions being enough to get him some relief. “haven’t been takin’ care of my princess” he continues, placing both hands on your hips and increasing his pace. “s-so full” you say, feeling matt’s cock through your tummy, the building pressure there becoming harder to hold.

“‘m getting— close” you breath out, placing your hands on his shoulders, trying to bring him closer somehow. “already?” matt mocks, as he usually does, fastening his pace. “takin’ my cock so well aren’t you? such a good— fucking girl f’me”.

you pout and blink your eyes, silently begging matt to let you release. he clicks his tongue, denying with his head and you whine in response, digging your nails further into him. he hisses at the pain, but it only gets him going. matt pounds his dick inside you mindlessly, chasing his own orgasm. “hold it” he commands, and you nod in desperation.

a few moments later, matt no longer speaks. the only sounds are your high-pitched moans and his grunts along with the lewd noises of skin slapping against each other, wetness dripping down your thighs and coating matt’s length as both of you get closer to the edge. the scene is pornographic, he’s holding your leg up, balls deep into you, fucking you so hard your tits are bouncing. you babble nonsense, trying your best to hold your approaching release.

“want you to cum with me” matt speaks, closer to his high. “cum around my cock princess, make a mess for me” matt finally gives you permission, and that’s enough to throw you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you as your body trembles and your pussy squeezes his cock, causing him to cum in thick ropes of cum, painting you walls white.

his body soon collapses over yours, both of you breathing heavily. matt pulls out and watches as his cum oozes from your hole, admiring the mess he’d made. he rolls over and open his arms, allowing you to snuggle on his embrace. “i promise” matt starts, bringing you closer and placing a kiss on the top of your head “i’m never gonna let myself get this busy again”.

[hhughes]

៹࣪ ៸៸ HOME TO YOU . . . ꒱꒱

𐙚 fic ; in which quinn comes home to you after a long road trip

𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. quinn hughes x gf!reader 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕. fluff and domesticity. smut. mdni. 𝒙𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒊. as always reblogs and feedback is appreciated and I hope you liked it <3

Quinn steps through the door of your shared apartment, dropping his bags at the door with a thud and removing his shoes. He knows you’re going to scold him for leaving his stuff there but right now he can’t find it in himself to care if it means he gets to see you a little sooner. He lets out a big sigh as exhaustion settles into his bones. It’s the type of exhaustion that no matter the amount of sleep he got on the plane, won’t be sated until he gets into his own bed, with you.

He makes his way into the living room, where he finds you curled up on the couch with some movie softly playing in the background. His lips curl up when he hears soft snores from you, indicating you were asleep. He always tells you to go to bed but you never listen, always opting to wait up for him instead and he couldn’t be happier that you did because although he has to wake you up, it means he doesn’t have to wait a minute longer to see you.

“sweetheart,” he whispers softly, gently brushing some hair away from your face as your eyes flutter open.

“quinn…You’re home?” you ask groggily, a little disoriented and he takes a seat next to you as you sit up, pulling you into his side.

“I’m home baby,” he confirms, kissing your temple.

Both of you sit there for a few minutes, not saying anything, simply enjoying being in one another’s company for the first time in a few days.

“I put your towel in the drier, so it’s warm when you get out of the shower. I washed the sheets so the bed needs to be made, so I’m gonna do that while you take a shower and I’ll meet you in bed?” you ask and quinn’s heart grows twice the size with pure love for you.

You put his towel in the drier so it would be extra warm. You washed the sheets because you know he likes the feeling of clean sheets after a long road trip. He knows by the faint smell of ginger in the air, there’s a container of freshly baked cookies waiting for him on the kitchen counter, just like there is every time he comes home. Just like he knows you’ll be up before him tomorrow, while he sleeps in. Making him breakfast, and throwing his laundry in the wash so that he doesn’t have to worry about it.

“I’ll be quick,” he assures you, his voice a bit thick by his sudden overwhelming thoughts of love for you.

-

After his shower quinn joins you in bed, pulling you close. You turn around to look up at him, running your hands over his cheek and pulling him closer to attach your lips. A few kisses later, quinn is sitting up against the headboard, your legs on either side of his hips as you straddle him.

“I missed you,” quinn groans, head falling back as his hands squeezing your ass, pressing your clothed cores together.

“I missed you more,” you mumble against his neck, where your kisses had already begun leaving marks on his pale skin.

quinn puts both hands on your waist, lifting you up to stand on your knees as he pulls down your shorts. You help him by removing your shirt, kicking your pants off the bed and his eyes naturally fall to your breasts, buds hardening in the cold. He wraps both arms around you and pulls you closer, his face level with your chest, pressing kisses there.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs

“quinn, please. I’ve already waited long enough, please don’t make me wait any longer,” you whine and he grins up at you. Both of you aware who’s really controlling the situation despite you hovering above him.

“You’re always so desperate baby, huh? Is that what being away from me does to you? Turns you into a needy little slut?” he asks, tongue circling your nipple, his hand playing with the other one.

“Please” is your only response and quinn gives in, pushing you back a bit to remove his boxers, his only article of clothing and pulling you closer again, his hand wrapped around his dick, lining it up with your entrance.

“Only cause you asked so nicely,” he says, gripping your hips tightly as you sink down onto him. There was nothing like those first few seconds of being inside you. quinn was convinced nothing would ever compare. He wondered if lifting the Stanley Cup would bring him as much euphoria as you.

Your hands grip the headboard behind his head, causing you to bend forward, practically shoving your breasts in his face, not that he was complaining. The change in angle causing both of you to moan when he enters you again.

“Fuck baby, you always feel so good,” he groans against your skin, his hand trailing between your legs and thumb lazily rubbing circles across your clit.

“quinn,” you moan, your hands moving from the headboard to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, leaving marks behind, just how he likes it. Your hips still, legs getting tired and unable to do much else but feel pleasure as quinn continues to rub your clit.

“That’s not nice baby, I just got home from a four game road trip and you’re making me do all the work,” he says, grabbing a fist full of your hair and pulling it, causing you to arch your back. His other hand lands on your ass with an audible smack when you don’t answer.

“Can’t even be bothered to answer? Too cockdrunk to even think aren’t you sweetheart?” he asks, not giving you time to try and formulate a response before both his hands slide to your hips, lifting you up and down in time with his thrusts. You can’t do anything but take it, like a little toy for him to use. The thought sends you over the edge, causing you to clench around him and he finishes inside you.

You both sit there for a few minutes, quinn still inside you. Just being close and savoring the moment waiting for your heart rates to go down.

“I love you,” he says softly, kissing you gently.

“I love you too. Welcome home.” you whisper, kissing his chest and tucking your face in his neck while his hands rub up and down your back.

He hates going on long roadies, but he loves coming home. Warm towels. Cookies. Fresh sheets. And you.

[pboogerswbb]

LET IT SNOW

Paige Bueckers x reader In which Paige and reader spend a snowy day babysitting reader's niece and nephew (loosely based on a request i got weeks ago) Warnings: fluff, suggestiveish? very very very sweet, will make you sick (fluff is very hard for me to write ok be nice) Wordcount: 2.9K A/C: happy christmas eve everyone <3 this is my christmas present to y'all so enjoy this while i take some time to rest and spend time with my family :) unfortunately that means you gotta wait for chapter 2 of so it goes for a little longer but i want to take a break for a few days from writing over christmas! i hope you understand. everyone who celebrates christmas pls spend it eating, drinking (if you're of age), and don't kill your family pls (i know that's much to ask over the holidays let's be real). i'll return to writing so it goes post christmas! MERRY CHRISTMAS GUYS <3

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“There’s a list of allergies on the fridge, if Mia throws a fit just put her in the stroller and walk her around for a bit, if she won’t calm down call me. Whatever you see in the fridge you can eat, and call me whenever! I’ll have my ringer up and-”

“Chloe-”

“and really call me whenever you need to! And have your ringer up too!”

“Chloe!”

Your aunt’s husband is pulling on her arm, trying to get her further than the front door but 10 minutes have already been spent going through everything for the day.

“Auntie Chlo we’ve babysat before. They’re in good hands,” you reassure, smiling brightly at her. She inhales deeply and chuckles when she realises how long she’s been rambling for.

“You’re right, the kids love you. Especially you Paige, they’ve missed you. Been showing them clips of your games!” Your aunt says, head tilting upwards to look at the blonde girl standing behind you, hands wrapped around your waist. 

You and Paige had been dating for over a year now, celebrating your first of what would be many anniversaries. In that short amount of time the blonde had made her way into the depths of your closest circle, becoming a part of your family. It happened effortlessly, the way she fit into your life, the way she clicked with your relatives. You swore they loved her more than you at this point. This was about to be the first Christmas she ever spent with your family, and just the idea of her with all your loved ones made your chest fill with warmth.

So when your aunt Chloe called you in a crisis on Christmas Eve, her babysitter getting sick at the last minute, you and Paige were quick to agree to look after your nearly 2-year-old niece Mia and 7-year-old nephew Leo. 

“Go! We got this aight,” Paige reassures, resting her chin on the top of your head as she does.

Pulled away by her husband, your auntie waves goodbye and closes the door, leaving you and Paige alone with the kids standing behind you. Before you can even react, Mia’s lower lip begins to quiver, the sight of her mother gone upsetting the small child. 

“Uh oh,” you mumble, Paige swiftly making her way to the little girl and picking her up, pouting her own lower lip to mirror the child.

“Are you sad because you miss mama? She’ll be back later, I promise,” Paige coos to Mia, rocking her in her arms. She’s wearing a white t-shirt despite the snow outside, for some reason she was always warm, and her biceps were growing more prominent as she held the child by her hip. The sight of Paige comforting your niece made your heart flutter, making it hard to tear your eyes away. watching Mia bury her face into the crook of Paige’s neck.

“We’ve got a really fun day planned for you!” You gleam at both of the children, ruffling Leo’s hair. He laughs but pushes your hand off, running to the kitchen.

“Can I have a cookie?” The boy asks, clearly taking advantage of the moment that his parents’ watchful eyes weren’t around.

“No-” you start but Paige is already following him to the kitchen. She was such a pushover, always had been with the kids. Just some pouting, eyes batting and she was ready to bend every which way for them.

“Paige!” You complain as the blonde easily reaches to the top shelf, grabbing a jar of chocolate chip cookies.

“What?” She asks unbothered by your scolding, handing a cookie to Leo, and taking a bite of one herself. “Wanted a cookie,” she mumbles, her mouth full.

“Cookie! Gimme!” Mia babbles, short hands reaching for the cookie your girlfriend is holding between her teeth.

“Oh good God…” you groan, rubbing your forehead, already knowing this was going to be a long day if the kids had the blonde wrapped around their finger this much already. But when Mia giggles as Paige feeds her a part of the cookie, you decide not to care. If there was a time to spoil the kids it was on Christmas Eve.

“C’mere,” Paige nods you over, grabbing another cookie. You scurry into the kitchen, grabbing Mia from her and kissing the little girl’s forehead. She giggles brightly, clearly in a much better mood. You nuzzle your nose into her soft cheek, eliciting more laughs from the baby. The whole time Paige can’t look away even for a second, her heart fluttering with affection. Paige was completely in love with you, and seeing you like this only made her feel it more.

“What are we gonna dooo all day?” Leo interrupts the moment, yanking on Paige’s shirt. She grins and ruffles his hair affectionately. Leo and Paige had bonded quickly the first time they met, and now they’re best friends. In fact Leo facetimes Paige weekly on your aunt’s phone.

“We’ve got some ideas.” The blonde says smirking.

-

The weather is perfect, the gentle winter sun not warming but making everything brighter as the rays reflect off the snow. Snowflakes fall softly from the sky, adding to the already covered ground as you walk behind Leo and Paige, holding Mia in your arms, trying to catch your breath as you climb on top of a hill.

“Isn’t this high enough?” You ask, glancing down, worrying that Leo would be too scared to get on the sled. Predictably so, the two in front of you look over their shoulders, immediately uttering the word “no” in unison

“Auntie Paigey and your big brother have gone cray cray,” you murmur to the babbling Mia, wrapped in her warmest winter gear. 

“Okay, here’s good!” Paige says, finally putting the sled she was carrying down, looking around the group.

“You wanna go first Leo?”

Suddenly the boy looks down, hesitating. It’s pretty steep, especially at first. You could tell he felt unsure, but Paige noticed it too.

“I’m actually lowkey scared, can we ride down together?” She asks, covering for the boy. For a moment your eyes meet with hers, wanting nothing more but to kiss her right now. Paige always had you weak in the knees, but the way she skillfully handled kids only made you love her more.

“Okay we can go together I guess,” Leo complains, deep down relieved. They sit down on the sled, Paige behind the boy, ready to steer.

“Wait!” She yelps, turning to you, blinking fast. “Kiss for good luck.”

Apparently she’d been feeling the same about the kiss.

Humming, you place Mia down on the ground to play with the snow, leaning close to Paige. Her warm lips press into yours, in a loving, gentle peck that let you know she wanted to do so much more, if it wasn’t for the company.

“Yuck!” Leo whines, making both of you giggle.

“Hey, have some respect for your auntie,” Paige grins and pushes the sled forward. Suddenly they’re riding down at such speed you can barely watch. Someone was bound to get hurt.

Both of them scream as the speed accelerates, the sounds echoing in the air. To your surprise they both make it all the way down safe and sound, Paige stopping the sled and jumping off.

“That was so fast!” Leo chuckles hysterically, making your girlfriend laugh too. You could hear them laughing all the way up where you were standing. 

“Ball,” Mia babbles, pointing at a pile of snow. Giggling, you sit down on the ground next to her, beginning to roll one snowball after the other and handing them to the girl. 

“Look Mia!” You gasp to get her attention. Her wide eyes turn to you, long eyelashes fluttering as she watches. You throw a snowball into the air, Mia’s eyes following as it crashes to the ground. Immediately she claps, a wide smile on her face to reward your efforts.

“Babe it’s your turn,” Paige’s voice says as she’s climbing up, trying to catch her breath.

You scoff, continuing to play with the snow for Mia. “Not happening P,”

“Oh you’re scared huh?” The blonde teases, a smug smirk spreading across her face.

Leo gasps. “It’s not scary at all! I was scared at first too!”

You roll your eyes, not falling for their games. 

“I’m playing with my girl here, you boys leave us alone,” you say, poking your tongue out at your girlfriend. She scoffs loud, walking over to you and wrapping her arms around your waist, lifting you up and throwing you over her shoulder with ease.

Leo laughs loud, pointing at the two of you. “Paige is not a boy!”

“Let me down!” You yelp, kicking your legs and arms but it’s no use. She’s much too strong, carrying you towards the sled. Your squeals make Mia laugh loudly, a wide smile spread on her face.

“Look after your sis for a bit, aight?” Paige tells Leo, placing you down on the sled. You’re still giggling, shaking your head.

“I’m not gonna! It’s scary!” You laugh, the blonde sitting snug behind you on the sled, wrapping her legs around you.

“Don’t be such a wuss,” she teases, her arms wrapping over your waist. Leaning in, you feel her hot air tickling against your ear as she whispers. “I gotchu ma, don’t worry.”

With that, Paige pushes off the snowy ground, holding onto you tight. Quickly the speed picks up, fluttering in the pit of your stomach. The freezing cold air tingles against your skin and your eyes water from the cold as you laugh.

“Ahhh P-“ you scream, turning your gaze backwards and finding that, to your shock, the blonde behind you is pushing on the ground to make you go even faster. “STOP!”

Paige giggles into your ear, her arms wrapping around you tight to hold you close. Soon it’s over as you reach the base of the hill, the speed finally slowing down and flutters in your abdomen disappearing.

“Told you it wasn’t so scary,” the blonde grins, helping you up.

“Uh yes it was,” you laugh, grabbing a handful of snow and throwing it at the girl in front of you. Some of it gets onto her face, making Paige pause.

Her mouth turns into a tight smile and her blue eyes widen. Immediately you know you’re in trouble.

“Oh it’s like that huh?” She says and you squeal, already beginning to run when she starts to throw the powdery snow all over you.

“No no no no please!” You can barely breathe, gasping for air and trying to run, the snowy ground making your steps heavy. Paige, being a D1 athlete, easily reaches you. 

“Oh so now you regret it!” She laughs, snow falling into your coat, down your neck, making you scream louder as the girl chasing you wraps her arms around your waist, spinning you in the air. 

“Stop! Paige!”

“Say please,” she orders, her tone lighthearted.

You roll your eyes, hating having to admit defeat, but knowing it must be done.

“Fine! Please, please stop Paige please,” you whine, batting your wide eyes at the girl. She looks at you, finally putting you down and kissing your forehead.

“Wanna hear you just like that later,” she whispers the dirty words into your ear, lips brushing against your skin, tingling. Before you can scoff or tell her off, Mia’s loud cry disrupts the moment.

Both you and Paige hurry up the hill, towards Leo who’s holding his sister, bouncing him gently to soothe the little girl.

“What happened?” You ask, swiftly scooping Mia from the boy and trying her cheeks to see if she was cold. Nope, perfectly toasty from all the layers.

“Nothing! She just started crying!”

But then, studying her face, you notice the redness of her eyes, her mittened hands trying to rub them desperately.

“Aw, she’s sleepy,” Paige says, like reading your mind, grabbing the sled. 

“We should probably head back, she needs to take a nap,” you murmur, trying to soothe the girl in your arms, ear-piercing screams and cries spilling from her mouth.

All four of you hurry to the car, but no attempts to calm Mia down help. She’s exhausted, plump bottom lip quivering as she keeps crying the whole drive home. You could feel yourself getting exhausted, the loud noise becoming overwhelming and stressful. Paige could see it too, the way you were sighing and taking deep breaths. So when you return to the house, she grabs your hand and kisses it before getting up from the car.

“I’ll take her to bed okay? You rest ma,” she murmurs. Relief spreads all over your chest and you smile affectionately.

“How’d I get so lucky?” You ask.

“Nah, I’m lucky. Got the best girl in the entire world.

-

After an hour of the faint sounds of Paige’s lullabies (off-key but she would never admit that) and trying to reason with the 2-year-old like that might help, the cries eventually quiet down. Leo is resting too, playing in his room. You’ve been in the kitchen, making spaghetti for all of you. Checking the clock you realise it’s been about 30 minutes since you last heard any sound from Mia, yet Paige still hadn’t returned downstairs.

Quietly, you sneak your way up the stairs, ever so carefully opening the door into the bedroom to not wake up Mia. But what you find makes your heart flutter - in the dimmed out room, Paige and Mia are both asleep, your girlfriend holding the little girl close. The blonde’s mouth is slightly ajar, soft snores escaping through. For a moment you just watch, allowing the love you felt for them both to spread. You walk over, make sure they’re both covered up by the blanket before sneaking back out, leaving them in bed.

“Leo, come eat dinner soon, ok?” You whisper to him in the other room. His eyes lighting up, the little boy gets up holding a toy dinosaur and follows you downstairs.

“Can I watch The Grinch while I eat? Please please please!” He begs, giving you puppy eyes.

“Mmkay, just this once,” you bend to his will, setting it all up for him. You can’t help but watch Leo getting snuggled up on the couch, a blanket around him, eyes wide staring at the TV. Leaning against the arch into the living room, you feel your body tired from the day, muscles aching and mind exhausted. But your insides are fluttering with warmth, no other word for the specific feeling but pure joy. Walking back into the kitchen you begin to make your own plate of food.

You let your mind wonder, and maybe it’s risky. It’s much too soon to be thinking anything close to it. But since it’s Christmas, you let yourself. Your mind comes up with vivid images of you and Paige, in a house of your own, decorating the tree - Paige the only one tall enough to place the star on top. You can see you two baking cookies and watching Christmas movies, hot chocolate in bed. 

And maybe, just maybe eventually, two children of your own. There are flutters in your heart thinking about building snowmen with your little family, roasting marshmallows in the fireplace, dressing them up in tiny costumes and sending family postcards to your relatives and friends. It felt so far away, yet you could see it so vividly. 

As if she had heard your thoughts, suddenly warm hands land on your waist, Paige’s reflection appearing in the window in front of you. Humming, her front presses flush to your back, fitting against you just right.

“I fell asleep,” she murmurs, burying her nose into your hair and inhaling. It’s like heaven, after a long day, to feel her like this again.

“I noticed,” you reply, beginning to make a plate for the girl as well. She watches closely, following every movement from behind you until her lips find your neck, beginning to press soft, loving kisses along the nape of it. 

Eyes fluttering shut, you hum, turning your head to face the blonde behind you. Hand reaching for your jaw, she pulls you into a gentle kiss, lips sliding against yours slowly. “Can’t wait to see you be a mom,” Paige whispers against your mouth, chest heaving.

A deep blush sets on your cheeks hearing the words, taking them in. The blonde watches your reaction, clearly trying to read you.

“I’m sorry if that’s too much to say this early but I-”

“No,” you shake your head with a smile. “I can’t wait for that either.”

Relief washes over your girlfriend, as she pecks your lips once more. 

“We’re gonna be so good ma, best parents in the world.”

Beaming with joy, both you and Paige walk into the living room where Leo is sitting, eyes glued to the movie.

“Yo! Scooch!” Paige tells the boy, who shuffles to the corner of the couch. Both you and your girlfriend sit in the opposite corner, holding your bowls of spaghetti and getting settled. The blonde quickly wraps an arm around you, pulling you to lean against her side. You’re snuggled up, feeding bites of food to each other and stealing kisses whenever the boy isn't watching.

“I love you,” Paige whispers into your ear, blue eyes sparkling with adoration.

“I love you too Paige,” you whisper back, cheeks rosy and heart fluttering from the perfect snowy day.

-

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[xoey101]

Bf!Sukuna makes you cum after you argue with him!!!

tags: smut, fingering, hatefuck (kinda), angry sukuna, you love making him mad, fem reader

Let's be honest. You love irritating Sukuna. The way he raises his voice at you with that stern expression isn't especially delightful, but the attention is. You just couldn't help but love it.... the tension, the attention. It was all just delectable <3

However, it's just been too long since the two of you had a really good fight. You ponder, rolling over on your mattress. What will make him completely loose it? You could 'accidentally' break something, but no, that's so cliché. Maybe leave your dirty dishes on the table? Well, even that ploy is embarrassingly overused....

Frustrated, you decide to get up and wash some laundry until an absolutely legendary idea strikes you.

There it is!!! His favorite black robe, lying over the dryer. Sukuna wears this thing like a second skin--he'd be devasted if something happened to it. A downright devilish grin spreads across your face.

Reaching for the bleach, you unscrew the cap and carefully pour the tiniest bit of liquid onto the garment--enough to anger him, but also not so much that you couldn't pass it off as a 'mistake'.

Patiently, you lie in wait in the bedroom. Soon enough, you hear the unmistakable noise of Sukuna's keys in the lock, and you feel almost giddy. Making his way to the bedroom, Sukuna greets you, then heads to the bathroom for his routine after work shower.

Listening to the gentle patter of the water, you're practically teeming with excitement. He's going to be so, so angry. Eventually, the water stops and Sukuna steps out the shower. Absentmindedly, he reaches into the small linen closet for his robe. He doesn't even notice the stain at first, but once he turns towards the mirror, he's already fucking livid.

"Woman, what have you done this time?" His voice has an uncomfortably cruel chill to it.

"Oh 'Kuna, don't be mad. I was a bit clumsy earlier today when I was doin' the laundry."

He just glares at you. So, you decide to push further.

"I did you a favor though, honestly. It's time for you to toss that tacky rag."

And just like that, he's roaring to life.

Storming towards you, his voice fills the room. "Do you find it amusing to tarnish my belongings?" His eyes are wild, and you can tell that he's had a long day.

Stepping so close to him that you can feel his breath graze your neck, you whisper, "Of course I do, baby."

In one swift motion, he's grabbed your hair and pinned you to the wall. Hastily, Sukuna pulls your tiny shorts down, along with your panties. "Unless you want me to throw you out of the house like this, you're going to behave for me. Am I clear?"

You nod greedily.

Deftly, he pushes two of his thick, rough fingers inside of your dripping cunt. "Already fuckin' wet. Whore." You mewl sweetly, clearly enjoying yourself. His fingers feel so much better when he's angry. Sukuna starts pumping his digits into you, maintaining an unsettling amount of eye contact. When his fingers brush against those sensitive nerves in the back of your pussy, your legs quiver. Taunting you, he mutters, "You like this so much, don't you? Nasty girl."

Just when you're about to hiss out a salty response, he speeds up. As if his fingers slamming inside of you weren't enough, his palm is also slapping up against your sensitive clit. Messily, you groan, "More, Sukuna, I need more--"

"My fucking bad girl wants to cum?" Eyes bleary, you eagerly shake your head yes. So, Sukuna picks up the pace to a relentless speed, all while managing to circle his thumb around your clit. Back arching against the wall, you buck your hips wildly into his fingers, just to get a little extra stimulation. And, as the sounds of his fingers plunging into you grows louder, you feel yourself growing so close.

Observing your erratic bucking, Sukuna lowers his head to your neck. Roughly, he bites and presses sloppy kisses into your skin the way he only does when you anger him. "If you don't cum right fucking now, you aren't gonna cum for a very long time."

And just like that, your orgasm hits you like a truck. Blissfully unaware of just how loud you're being, sultry moans spill from your lips while your pussy quivers around Sukuna's fingers. He hums in satisfaction, still fucking his fingers into you a bit. Coming down from your high, your hips stutter and you become acutely aware of how fatigued you are. With a sigh, your legs give way, and Sukuna scoops you up.

"Oh poor baby," he mocks. "Good thing I'm here to pick you up, huh?"

"Thank you," You whisper weakly. In the back of your mind, you wonder if Sukuna knows you do all this shit on purpose just for things to turn out this way.

He definetley does, and he likes it just as much as you do

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[claws-and-quills]

Hot Blooded

A/N: This takes place during Days of Future Past. There's just something about Logan dressed in those tight ass jeans and wearing that silk button-up that just does something to me.

CW: Breeding Kink, Some Choking, Oxygen Deprivation, Overstimulation, Oral (female receiving), Unprotected Sex, Mentions of Blood, Marking, Primal Dom!Logan, Jealous!Logan, implied age gap, established relationship, Mentions of Male and Female Anatomy

Genre: Smut, some Fluff at the end

Pairing: DOFP!Logan x Fem Reader

The club was packed shoulder to shoulder with a sea of dancing bodies. 70's disco blared over the speakers loud enough to make the bones in your body vibrate with every beat of the bass. Sure, you and Logan had been sent back into the past to fix and repair things between Charles and Erik, but that didn't necessarily mean that you were going to be a stickler the entire time. What better way to blend in than this? While you were jovial and lively, Logan remained more on the stoic side of things.

He watched you closely while you leaned over the pool table. His eyes slowly dragged across the curves of your breasts and waist, then along the curves of your ass and thighs. The spandex pants you wore clung to your curves in all the right places. His eyes trail back up along the length of your legs and the subtle curve of your back just above your hips. Reaching into the front pocket of his jacket, he pulls out a cigar and places it between his lips. Lighting the end of the cigar, he takes in a slow drag from it; the smoke slowly curls and swirls into the air from the flame.

“It's not rocket science, bub. C'mon, it can't be that hard, now can it?” He husks, smoke slowly billows from his mouth and nose as he speaks. You could feel his body against yours as he leans over you, resting his hands over yours to help you line up your shot against the number 2 ball. “Nice and easy, draw back, and shoot.”

The cue ball collides against the 2 and sinks it into the corner pocket. “Good girl. Now, let's see if you can do it to the 4 ball. Just like I showed you.” He pulls away to watch you. Your heart was pounding in your chest and ears. Parts of you wishing he hadn't pulled away. The overpowering aroma of rustic oak, leather, mint, and tobacco lingered in your senses. He smelled heavenly to you, and looked even better. You lift your gaze to be fixed on him. He was a fine piece of work indeed. Your eyes follow him as he walked around to the other side of the table, his eyes trained on you. There's a cocky smirk at his lips as his eyes trailed down to the teasing amount of cleavage your crop top had been showing off.

“Enjoying the view, Logan?” You finally ask with cocky confidence as you line up your shot against the 4 ball. Cursing under your breath as it rolls just short of the pocket. Perhaps you had spoken too soon, not that you minded. Despite his stoic exterior, Logan looked to be in his element. He was already a few beers deep into the evening and seemed to be enjoying himself with you even though you had to practically drag him out here.

“Don't go gettin’ too cocky now, bub. There's still plenty to go. We're just gettin’ started,” he exhales another plume of smoke before grabbing up his poolstick. You couldn't help but stare and drag your eyes across his body. The way his hair was slicked back, the first two buttons of his shirt were undone, showing off a teasing amount of hair on his chest. His dog tags hung lazily around his neck, drawing your attention to them. A familiar heat began to grow between your thighs, but who could blame you? There was something about seeing this side of Logan.

You prop yourself up onto a stool that sat catty-corner to the pool table. Grabbing up your bottle of beer and tipping your head back, you take a long drink while watching Logan. He was definitely beating your ass at this game of pool, but you didn't mind it. In fact, you were enjoying yourself a little too much to even care if you lost this game. You were far too engrossed in the atmosphere. The blaring music, flashing lights, the sea of bodies that covered the dance floor, the stylish clothes, but most of all, you got to have this moment with Logan. You watch intently as he sank several of the striped pool balls into the pockets around the table.

The atmosphere of the nightclub almost hypnotized you. It was so easy to lose yourself. Your body swayed slightly in rhythm with the melodies of the songs that blared over the speakers. It wasn't until you heard an unfamiliar sound of someone clearing their throat that you tuned back into reality. Your brows furrowed slightly at the sight of an unknown man leaning against the table. He rested an elbow on the table, his eyes trained on you which made you shift your weight and lightly tug at the hem of your top, adjusting its position to try to cover yourself from the prying eyes of the stranger.

“What's a foxy mama like you doin’ sittin’ here all by yourself? You look like you're ready to be jivin’. C'mon, let me show ya a good time.” The man gives you a wink and steps closer to you. The expression you held didn't seem to be enough to deter him away. “C'mon, don't be playin’ hard to get. A fine piece of ass like that oughtta be down for a piece of this. C'mon, babe. What's it gonna take?”

You feign a fake smile, setting your beer down and gesturing with your head towards the pool table where Logan had just aggressively struck the cue ball against the striped 9 ball. “It's gonna take you gettin’ through him. You're welcome to be my guest, but truthfully, I really wouldn't advise it.”

The man follows your gaze. He let's out a hefty snort of laughter. Something about his body language told you that this wasn't going to end well. “Pffft, you have got to be trippin’. Don't tell me you seriously came here with your Pops. Hey! Hey Pops! You mind if I borrow your daughter here for a quick sec?!” The man calls out over the music towards Logan. You swallow dryly at the death glare that glazed Logan's eyes. His eyes narrowed at the close proximity that this stranger had to you. In that moment, the small crowd of people that had been occupying the pool tables and dartboards had shifted their attention towards you, Logan, and this stranger.

Logan sets the poolstick down across the table. His movements were rigid and deliberate; his eyes never leaving from the stranger as he approached the table you sat at. He reaches in front of the stranger, placing himself in the middle of you and him as he grabs his glass of whiskey and tosses it back with ease. He stands there in silence for a few moments before curling an arm around your shoulders. There's a smug smirk at Logan's lips as he does so, as though daring this fool to say something else. You lean into his embrace, wrapping an arm around his waist after sliding your arm underneath his leather jacket. He arches a brow at the stranger, inclining his head just slightly. You could feel how the muscles along his back and sides tensed and flexed with the movement.

“Perhaps you didn't hear me the first time, Pops. But since you're right here, guess I'll go ‘head and ask ya again. You mind if I steal your daughter away here for a little bit? It's a Saturday night, and she is just lookin’ foxy as hell. And you, well, you look like maybe you can use a night to yourself. Y'know, can go get your jive on.” The stranger very stupidly jokes towards an unfazed Logan. The corners of Logan's mouth pull into a tight smile, causing the corners of his eyes to crinkle slightly as he forces out a hearty laugh. This leads to the stranger and his subsequent group of friends to also erupt into laughter.

“I heard you loud and clear the first time, bub. Either you're incredibly ballsy, or incredibly stupid to ask me the same question twice.” Logan gently pulls away from you to step towards this stranger. Logan towered over the man with ease. “Now…do yourself the favor, and get out of here kid.”

You watched intensely at the exchange between the two. Of the years you've known Logan, never had you ever seen this side of him before. Seeing this side of him had you turned on and wanting more. Judging by the body language on Logan, this wasn't going to end well at all. You slide off the barstool, moving to stand beside Logan. “Lo…just leave this putz be. He's not worth getting riled up over. Besides, we have a game to finish.” You press your body against his arm while rubbing his chest. You could feel the way the muscles of his pectorals rippled and flexed. A groan falls from your lips as the stranger opens his mouth again, and Logan gives you a look worth a thousand words.

“Look, I'm jus’ sayin’, dude. An old man like you can't possibly keep up with a fox like her. So why don't you go back to your little game, an’ let me jus’ take–” Before the stranger can finish his sentence, Logan slugs him across the jaw, followed by kicking the knees out from under the man. You cover your mouth in both shock and amusement as the scene unfolds before you. The stranger is obviously dazed and confused on the ground. Logan snatches him by the scruff of his collar with a menacing snarl.

“Now listen here, bub. I tried to be nice. I did. But you just don't know when to shut the fuck up. Keep your fucking hands and eyes off my girl. Get out of here, you're not worth the fucking time,” Logan threatens, kicking the stranger in the ribs. The poor putz scrambles to get to his feet, tripping on his own feet while shooting a death glare towards Logan. He returns his attention towards you, snaking an arm around your waist to pull you against his body. You knew damn good and well that Logan wasn't one for public displays of affection, but his possessiveness over you turned you on beyond comprehension.

“Someone is getting jealous. He isn't even worth getting riled up over, Lo. Let's just enjoy ourselves while we can.” You say lowly while rubbing his chest. A small smirk tugged at the corners of your lips while you fiddle with the button on his shirt. He could smell the arousal that pooled between your thighs. “Or…we can ditch this place all together.”

“I thought you'd never ask.” He husks under his breath. Inclining his head, he gestures for you to head towards the exit of the club. His eyes were now trained on you as he followed closely behind. Every step he took was calculated, deliberate, and held purpose. Once outside, he shrugs out of his leather jacket to offer it to you as you both approach his motorcycle. “Once we get to the hotel, that ass is mine.”

A high pitched yelp escapes your lips at the sudden sting of his hand colliding against your ass. The spandex pants you wore didn't help one bit. The small layer of fabric didn't provide much protection for your ass. The skin there burned from the initial impact, but you knew you wanted more. You watch as Logan gives you a satisfied smirk while swinging a leg over his motorcycle while he waits for you to get situated behind him. You wrap your arms around his waist, resting your hands near the insides of his thighs. As he kick starts the engine, the vibrations of the rumbling engine made you want to squeeze your thighs together. Once you nod against his back, he revs the engine, speeding out of the parking lot.

The wind whipped through your hair as Logan weaved through the traffic on the streets. The night life was so much different from what you were used to back home. Parts of you wished you could stay in this time, this moment. You pull yourself closer against his back, one of your hands crept closer towards the inseam of his jeans and inching closer towards the ever growing bulge hidden beneath the fabric of his jeans. You eagerly palm his hardening cock through his jeans. A soft ‘fuck’ falls from his lips, only to be swept away in the icy wind of the night. The ride back to the hotel felt like it would never end. Throughout the entire ride, you agonizingly teased him and palmed his throbbing cock to the point the sexual frustration was beyond evident in his eyes. He brings the motorcycle to a screeching halt in the parking lot of the hotel, where he eagerly disentangles himself from your arms.

“You're fucking mine. You've been driving me crazy all fuckin’ night dressed like that.” Logan growls as he stands and pulls you against his chest. His lips crash into yours for a feverent and needy kiss. His hands grips your hips, nails digging into the tender flesh just above the waistband of your pants.

“Then make me yours. I'm all yours.” You breathe into the kiss. The primal growl that came from Logan, rumbled through his entire body. The hunger in his eyes made every fiber in your burn. You needed him to fuck you, to claim you. Using his height and body, he guides you to back up towards the entrance of the hotel. Once you manage to turn your back to him, he's following behind you again like a hungry wolf that's ready to devour you.

Your words drive him over the edge. He fumbles with the key-card to get into the room. His lips and breath are hot and demanding against the hollow of your neck. Once the door is open, you both nearly tumble to the floor in a frenzy of needy touches, kisses, and hands roaming across the spanse of each other's bodies. Logan's hands find their way to the bottom most curves of your ass, hefting you up against his body. Your legs wrap around his waist as he pushes you against the wall in a heated kiss. His teeth scrape against your lower lip, asking for entrance into your mouth. Obeying, your lips part and his tongue eagerly roams and explores the inside of your mouth. The kiss swallows your pitiful and needy moans as you taste Logan. You could still taste the faint remnants of whiskey and cigar on him, but it was intoxicating. Your hands eagerly work away the buttons of his shirt, roaming across his chiseled chest.

He slowly ruts his hips against yours. The friction elicits a heated whimper from you. “Logan, please…” you plead pitifully, raking your nails down his chest.

“Please what?” He growls while sucking on your lower lip. “Use your words.”

“Fuck me, Logan. Fuck me. Make me yours. Ruin me…” Another gasp falls from your lips as you're carried over to the bed, where he roughly sets you down. His lips crash against yours again; his hands grip your hips with a bruising strength before roaming up your body to just below your breasts. His fingers hook the hem of your crop top, pulling the fabric up and over your head and arms. Another moan is pulled from your lips at the rough sensation of his beard against the sensitive skin between the valley of your breasts. His mouth leaves a trail of hot kisses down your chest and abdomen, his tongue dipping into your navel before sinking his teeth harshly into the flesh just above your hip.

“Logan…Oh fuck…” you mewl helplessly as you lean back onto your elbows and kick your shoes off. He merely responds with another primal growl, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your pants and eases them down your thighs, tossing the garments somewhere across the room. Your eyes flutter as he kisses and nips a trail along the inside of your thighs. The scruffiness of his beard scratches at your skin, making you involuntarily try to close your legs, but he growls in protest, curling your legs over his broad shoulders. He locks gazes with you while placing a hungry but chaste kiss over your clothed clit. The dampness of your arousal against your panties grew more with every aching second that passed.

“Keep those legs open. I'm just getting started with you,” he commands through a husk against you. Using two fingers, he tugs your panties to the side to expose your glistening cunt. The hunger in his eyes grew more primal as he eagerly dipped his head into you. His tongue dragging agonizingly slow through your slick folds. His moan vibrates against your clit and quivering pussy as his mouth encases your clit. His tongue draws tight, deliberate circles around your bundle of nerves. He pulls away just enough to grab your panties into his other hand, tearing the flimsy fabric in half and tossing it haphazardly over his shoulder. Your fingers find their way into his hair, gripping tightly and guiding his head back towards your needy cunt.

“Oh fuck…fuck…Logan…” you mewl at the sensation of the heat of his mouth against your clit. Your eyes flutter again as his tongue works you like a puppet. Every flick against your clit sent bolts of electricity through your body. He groans against you at the sensation of your nails digging into his scalp. Without warning, he plunges two thick fingers into your sopping pussy, earning a pleasurably pained squeal from you. A soft whimper escapes you as he pulls his fingers out, only to ram them into you again, this time deeper. Your walls flutter around his fingers, signaling to him to slowly fuck his fingers in and out of your needy cunt while he continued to eat you out. Soon enough, the room is filled with the squelching sounds of your pussy being ravaged by Logan.

With every pump, twist, and curl of his fingers, the fire in your belly grew hotter and hotter. You began to instinctively grind your hips onto his fingers and mouth. The harshness of the stubble on his chin left your legs trembling. With every flutter of your walls, Logan worked his fingers deeper into you, curling them upwards against your g-spot. The sensation makes your vision go white for a split second as you beg for him to do it again. He flicks his tongue against your clit in rhythm with the way he fucked his fingers deeply into you. This was enough to make the coil in your stomach become harder to control. Your thighs began to tremble and shake, the walls of your pussy convulsing as your orgasm grew nearer.

“L-Logan! Oh fuck!” You cry out helplessly as the first wave of your orgasm rocks through your body. He pulls his fingers out, your squelching orgasm following right behind. There's a dark chuckle that rumbles in his chest as he eagerly laps up your orgasm. Your legs tremble uncontrollably as you try to push him away. The sinful sounds of your squirting orgasm splashing against his chin and onto the floor fills the room. You cover your mouth to muffle the squeal that is pulled from deep within your chest. With every panting breath, your chest rises and falls, gasping for air.

“Fuck…you're doing so well. So good. I'm not finished with you.” He spoke gruffly. You lift your head to gaze at him. His chin, throat, and chest all glistened with remnants of your orgasm. His hair was a disheveled mess; his shirt bunched up and wrinkled around his waist. You swallow thickly at the prominent bulge in his jeans. He makes quick work of unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it somewhere across the room. His eyes drank in your form, dragging across the curves of your body. “Turn over. Hands and knees. Now.”

Just as you turn to get onto your hands knees as commanded, you hear the familiar clink of his belt buckle falling against the floor. After kicking off his jeans and boxers, he kneels behind you, swiping his fingers through your pussy once again. You grip the sheets in your fists at the sensation of him slowly dragging the head of his cock through your slick folds. Lining himself up properly, he slams into you, snapping his hips and burying his entire length inside of your sopping cunt. He snakes an arm around you, his hand finding your throat, digging his thumb and index into your pulse. He leans into you, forcing your knees deeper into the mattress as his chest presses against your back.

“When I'm finished with you, no other man is gonna lay his eyes on you. Everyone is gonna know just who you belong to.” He husks against the shell of your ear, earning a needy whimper from you. As he sits back up onto his knees, he drags his nails down your throat and chest, across your abdomen, and up onto your hip. He sinks his thumbs into the dimples just above the crest of your hips, pulling out of you, only to slam into again. His movements are forceful, powerful, and deliberate. Each snap of his hips rocks your entire body.

The grip he used to hold onto you with was bound to leave bruises, but you didn't care. You wanted him to mark you as his own, to claim you, to ruin you for any other man. Small, pitiful squeaky moans escape you with every thrust that rocks through your body. The room is soon filled with the sounds of the bed creaking, mixing into the symphony of pitiful squeaks and moans that Logan is able to force out of you, and the sinful sounds of skin colliding against skin. You pant raggedly, gripping the sheets tightly and biting onto the corner of a pillow as tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

He drags a calloused hand up the length of your spine, stopping at the nape of your neck, where his fingers become entangled into your hair. He tugs harshly, pulling your head away from the pillow, your mouth falls open into a small ‘o’, a symphony of broken profanities fall from your lips. You manage to catch a glimpse of him from over your shoulder. The veins in his arms bulged slightly under his skin, small beads of sweat decorated his chest in a slick sheen of moisture that made his skin glisten in the pale moonlight. His hips snap against your, hitching forward as he grinds his cock deep into your sweet, tight, pussy.

“Fuck…you feel so good on my cock. You're taking me so well. Look at you…fucking beautiful.” He husks while leaning down to kiss and bite the back of your shoulder. His canines sank deep into your flesh, threatening to draw blood. You cry out helplessly at the searing pain. Hot blood pricks at your skin; the pain is soothed at the sensation of Logan's tongue tracing the rapidly bruising skin with his tongue. A shaky whimper falls from your lips as he pulls out, resting on his knees. “Turn over. Wanna see that pretty face while I fuck a baby into that tight, little pussy.”

Your legs felt like jello beneath you. He releases your hair, grabbing onto your hips to help roll you onto your back. His eyes rake over your body, snarling grin as he licked his lips. Your blood still fresh on his tongue; the metallic taste drove him wild. You weren't sure what came over Logan, but you wanted everything he had in store for you. Cupping a hand under one of your knees, he hikes it up onto his hip, placing his other hand on the mattress next to your head as he buries his entire girthy length into you again. Your eyes flutter at the sensation of being filled by him again. Your chest rose and fell with every gulp of air you tried to suck down while he fucked you into the mattress. Small grunts and growls fell from his lips, mixed in with small words of praise towards you.

You curl your legs around his waist, pushing him in deeper. This encourages him to lean over you completely, his forehead pressed against yours. His dog tags dangle carelessly around his neck, swinging with every hitch and snap of his hips against yours. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you pull him into a needy and breathy kiss. Your tongues meet in a flurry of passion, allowing you to taste the remnants of your orgasm on his breath. His hand finds its way back to your throat; his fingers digging into your pulse and making your head spin at the sudden lack of oxygen. Your eyes flutter as a familiar coil begins to twist in your stomach. Within seconds it's impossible to hold back. Your walls flutter and contract around his cock as your second orgasm surges through your body, blurring your vision.

“Oh fuck. Such a messy girl. So fucking messy.” He groans against your lips. Slowly, he moves his head to the valley between your breasts. His breath is hot and needy; his tongue swirls around the tender bud of one of your nipples before sucking it into his mouth. Your back arches upwards into him at the sensation. His hand slides down your side and onto your other breast. The roughness of his hand felt heavenly on your silky smooth skin as he massaged your breast, rolling and pinching your nipple between his thumb and index finger, earning a high pitched squeal from you.

Within moments, he switches the positions of his hand and mouth. Your nipples grow hard and achy at the attention. Your thighs quiver and tremble around his waist. You knew there was no way you could last much longer. Every fiber in your body felt ablaze as you chanted his name like a sinful prayer while your eyes flutter. Gripping his hair, you eagerly pull his head from your aching breasts. A string of saliva being the only thing still connected between his demanding mouth and your aching nipple.

“Lo…fuck…please…” You pant, unable to form a coherent sentence. The coil developing in your abdomen was growing tighter. There was born possible way you could cum for a third time, but the hungry look in Logan's eyes said everything his mouth didn't. The way his hips stuttered against yours, you knew that he was getting close to his orgasm as well.

“Fuck…M’close too…gonna fill you up, pretty girl.” He growls, gripping the headboard in his fist until his knuckles turned white. You drag your nails down his back, digging your heels into the back of his thighs. Your walls clench around him tightly, sending him over the edge. You gasp as his claws sink into both the mattress and the wall as he paints the inside of your quivering cunt white. The searing warmth of his cum fills and warms you straight to the core. Your nails sink deep into the flesh of his shoulders as your third orgasm wrecks your body, filling the room in squelching sounds.

His hips slow against yours, slowly coming to a stop as he pants heavily against your shoulder. Your legs slowly fall from his waist, trembling uncontrollably from the overstimulation. A small ‘fuck’ comes from his lips as he lifts his head to gaze down at you. Once you both come down from your highs, he retracts his claws and pulls you into a tight embrace, tenderly caressing your arms and back.

“Fuck…did I hurt you? Shit…” He peppers your cheeks in tender kisses as he cradles you. His thumb tenderly caresses the bruising and bleeding bite mark he left on the back of your shoulder. “I got too carried away…”

“Ssshhh….it's okay. I…I liked it…” You assure him and rub his chest. He presses a tender kiss to the crown of your head as he stands up, still cradling you on his arms and walking with you to the bathroom for a much needed hot bath.

“Still though…I got too carried away, bub. Way too carried away…” It was the closest to an apology you'd probably get out of him, but you were satisfied with that. He let's you lay against his chest in the hot water, his thumbs drawing small circles on your hips. You lean into the crook of his chest, sighing contentedly while pressing a chaste kiss over his heart.

“I love you, Logan…”

“I love you too…”

[pineconepie]

NCould you write a short sequel if a reader who has recently been turned into a vampire tries to escape from Octavian?

TW: Blood-drinking (vampires), escape attempt, forced age regression/infantilization, injuries, restraints (mittens), platonic/parental yandere

...

Ever since you've been turned, Octavian treats you even more like a child.

Well, his baby, to be exact.

It's annoying, because it does seem like you're going through childhood again, because of your recent changes. Your canines fell out and began coming back in as pointed fangs, plus your nails grew much faster, sharper, and stronger than before.

And it hurt.

Constant headaches and random crying fits from growing pains made you needy. Octavian was always more than willing to pick you up, shushing you gently and rocking you as if you were a baby having a tantrum.

Even now, he cradles you on his hip in the middle of dinner.

Octavian keeps taking breaks to cut up your meat, wiping at your mouth, and occasionally spoon-feeding you despite the fact you insisted you can handle eating yourself.

The amount of doting attention he gives you is overwhelming, and you're only more irritated with the throbbing pain coursing through you.

Noticing your discomfort, he puts down the silverware and wipes away tears with a tender touch.

"Don't cry, my sweet," he coos. "Papa knows. Teething is hard. It'll be over soon." Octavian kisses your forehead before lifting you fully onto his lap, placing you sideways on top of him.

One gloved hand smooths back strands of sweaty hair as you bury your face into his crisp white dress shirt.

Not because you want to, but because you need the comfort. Even though your pride wants you to fight back, the rest of your mind needs this too much to care.

Gnawing lightly on his cravat, you sigh contentedly when he continues threading his fingers through your scalp in slow circles.

"Now, say, 'ahhhh.'" He holds a bloody piece of meat to your lips with a fork.

"I'm not eating that," you tell him. Frankly, you can't eat with the pain, even if you wanted to. The idea of swallowing anything right now makes you feel like hurling.

Octavian frowns. "Don't be fussy." His other hand comes up to cup your cheek. "You have to finish all of your food. I know you're going through a lot of pain, but it'll be so much worse if you don't eat. Would you like a tummy ache on top of the growing pains?"

For a moment, you plan to blindly agree, but then you realize something. He won't hurt you. He sees you as a child. Children sometimes refuse to listen.

What's going to happen if you deny his demand?

"No," you assert. "It hurts too much."

Octavian goes silent. His face falls before contorting into a mask of barely-restrained frustration.

He closes his eyes and exhales heavily through his nose. "(Y/n)..." He sets the fork down again and grips your shoulders with both hands. Opening them, he levels you with a stern glare. "You are going to eat your dinner, and you aren't getting up until every bite is finished. I will wait here all night if need be. Do you understand?"

"Fine! Then we'll be waiting here forever!" you snap.

He stares at you intensely, seeming more upset than angry. "Fine. You know what? Then go upstairs, and when you're ready to stop acting out, come find me."

You huff and storm upstairs, slamming the door to his bedroom behind you.

It's been long enough that Octavian has your room decorated more... childishly. It still has the same Victorian-vibe about it, but there's toys scattered around the place, and a shelf full of storybooks that he's read to you hundreds of times during your stay so far.

He also got you plenty of new stuffed animals, filling up an entire wicker basket to the brim with them.

There's a mirror in the bathroom, and you briefly glance at it while passing by. Since turning into a vampire, you stopped having a reflection. Now looking at your image just shows the furniture behind where you stand.

You can't take this anymore. For so long, you've been putting off escaping, but no longer.

The window is locked and barred shut, but with your new strength, you should be able to pry them open without needing a key, especially with your newfound strength from turning.

There's some resistance as you first start yanking apart the iron rods.

With a grunt, you pull as hard as possible, gritting your teeth and snarling as they finally bend and pop from the wall, breaking the hinges on each side until falling backward. Panting from the excursion, you drop the pieces to the ground before pushing the window open.

It's sunny out, but you don't think twice about burning when stepping out the window, now on the rooftop.

From what you can see, you're on the second or third floor.

If you climb to the ground below, you should be free to escape.

There's a trellis next to the ledge of the building, thankfully. The vines wrapped around it don't provide much stability as you hold onto them, so you mostly rely on the wooden slats to make your way to the ground safely.

Once your feet hit soft grass, you book it to the forest, running faster than ever - quite literally, perhaps being a vampire has its strengths.

For a moment, you hesitate.

Where would you even go, now that you're a vampire? You were already considered odd before, but now? Even more so than ever. Now the people who called you a monster were technically correct, even if not at the time.

No. There's no going back now, not even as the sun feels like its sizzling your skin. You'd rather take your chances alone in this forest than spend one more second living with that man and his insanity.

...

"Sweetling, may I come in?" Octavian knocks gently.

No response.

"I understand you're frustrated with me, and I'm sorry." He speaks louder this time, just in case your voice can't be heard through the wood separating you both. "I know you're going through a lot of pain and discomfort lately, and I know that's why you've been moody. I'm not angry with you."

Still, no response.

He sighs. "I'm coming in." Turning the knob, Octavian pushes open the door and scans the room for you. At first he thinks maybe you're hiding somewhere. "My love, please come out. Papa said he isn't angry."

Something doesn't feel right.

That's when he notices the broken lock on the window, bent into an odd shape and laying on the floor uselessly. The bars previously bolted across are torn off their hinges and thrown aside. The glass panes are wide open.

Horror and dread instantly fill him to the brim.

You ran away.

"No!" Octavian sprints outside and scales the side of the building before gracefully jumping down onto the soil below.

Inhuman speed allows him to race across the grounds until reaching the end of the property, stopping once he reaches the iron fence encasing the area.

Beyond it, he can see faint imprints in the earth - footprints.

There's only one way you could've gone: the forest.

...

You can't believe you voluntarily put yourself in the same spot you were before meeting Octavian. Cautiously trekking through the thicket, you hold your arms in front of your face to block any branches that get in the way.

The wind howls eerily around you, echoing in your ears as you try not to trip over any rocks or roots in your path.

Just earlier that day you thought you couldn't be in any more pain or discomfort than you were. But now? Your insides feel like they're on fire. The heat radiating off your skin is unbearable.

If it weren't for adrenaline pumping through your veins, you'd collapse already.

How did you survive this when you were human? The sun was harsh, but nothing like this. You'd do anything for winter to return.

You can't take this any longer, and almost collapse into a nearby bush, its thorns biting into your skin, but you no longer care. Taking in shaky breaths, you curl up, shivering despite the burns scorching every inch of your body.

Whimpers tear out of your raw throat, your body begging to just give out already.

Something moves to your left.

The noise startles you out of your misery, causing you to freeze immediately upon hearing it.

Rustling from the foliage. Crashing from leaves being crushed underfoot. Hushed breathing.

Then suddenly—

"(Y/N)! OH GOD–"

Arms snake around your waist and hoist you upwards into someone's arms. Octavian clutches you tightly against himself, his coldness being such a drastic relief to the flames searing your flesh.

"No," you weakly protest, too tired to fight him off.

You can feel his tears soaking into the top of your head. "What were you thinking?!" he cries. "This could've killed you!" Looking down, you see blisters forming along your exposed skin. With those sharp nails, Octavian quickly slashes his wrist, bringing it up to your lips. "Drink. Now."

If you didn't feel like death, you'd refuse, but your instincts kick in, driving you to latch onto the dripping wound and guzzle down his blood.

You feel less horrible physically, even if none of your injuries go away. He winces in pain, but looks more worried for you.

Octavian adjusts your weight in his grip and rushes back the way he came, faster than the human eye could process. You cling onto him and bury your face into the fabric of his clothing.

It feels good not having to deal with direct exposure to the light anymore.

In record time, he brings you inside, closing the door behind himself and hurrying upstairs.

The moment Octavian enters the master bath, he undresses you and puts you in the bathtub. You watch him frantically grab washcloths and bandages from the medicine cabinet.

His long brown hair frames his face, loose strands flying wildly thanks to him dashing through the wilderness earlier.

He rolls up the sleeves of his shirt and gets to work cleaning your wounds with shaking hands.

"Why didn't you get hurt from the sun?" you quietly blurt.

Octavian sighs. "It affects all vampires differently. Some don't burn from it. Some only get moderately sun burnt, like me. And you..." His eyes narrow. "It could've killed you! Do you understand how dangerous this was? What if you were taken away from me?! I'd die!"

You avoid his gaze.

Octavian doesn't respond, simply continuing to wipe away bits of dried blood and dirt. After several minutes of silence, he finishes his work, wrapping your wounds, dressing you in pajamas and setting you down in bed.

As he tucks you in, you can see how absolutely heartbroken he seems. You wish you didn't feel guilty. You wish you hated him.

"I'm sorry," you grumble.

"I forgive you, but never do that again." He pulls something out of your wardrobe before sitting down on the edge of the mattress beside you. "Hold out your hands."

You hesitate, but obey.

Octavian gingerly loops the ribbons attached to mittens around your wrists, tying them securely shut so you won't be able to use your hands properly. The thick wool protects your fingers from being used, making it harder to pick things up and grip objects.

"These are staying on until I can fix that window and trust you again," he tells you matter-of-factly.

"Octavian..."

"You know that isn't how you address me, sweetheart."

"Papa," you murmur. Tears sting at the corner of your vision. "Why are you doing this to me?"

The bed creaks as he moves around to sit by your side.

He pulls you close, resting his chin atop your head. "I lost too much the first time. I refuse to let it happen again. Do you know how terrified I was at the idea of losing you?" A pause. "Never again. You're staying here with me. Safe. Always."

His hand takes hold of your palm within its mitten, squeezing affectionately.

"Now get some sleep, my precious. I'm not going anywhere."

[into-fiction]

gelphie - time travel (w/ a twist)

for @c-rose2081

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The first thing Glinda tries to do is run. She stumbles hard, tripping over too-small feet and too-short legs, crying out in a high-pitched voice when she’s sent careening to the ground. 

“Galinda!” a voice calls, worried and sharp, as gentle hands lift her under her armpits. The world blurs and spins, her chest heaving with panic and disorientation as she realizes, quite suddenly, that something has gone very very wrong. 

Glinda bursts into tears. 

They’re ugly and loud and uncontrollable. She’s horrified by her own emotions, overwhelmed by her inability to stop the torrent. Someone pulls her into their arms, a comforting hold gripping her and rubbing her back as she buries her nose in a familiar scent. 

Momsie. It’s been ages since Glinda was little enough to be held like this. Something has gone very very very wrong. 

“I-I-I need--” But Glinda can’t get her mouth to work, can’t get the words to come. She can’t explain the swirling mess of memories that linger like a bad dream at the forefront of her thoughts. 

Elphie, she thinks, over and over and over. I need Elphie. 

It takes her a while to settle down, long enough that her mother’s grip grows a little too tight and her voice pinches with impatience.

The second thing Glinda tries to do is look in a mirror. 

A ghost stares back at her. A face she hasn’t seen in decades. Glinda’s wide brown eyes rove over her diminutive form, her tongue licking into the gap left by her missing teeth as she tries to stop the panic from taking over again. 

This was not the plan. 

Being back in the body of a child is a new form of torture, one that even Morrible wouldn’t have been evil enough to think up. Glinda’s brain fights hard to process her grown-up thoughts, but her mind is scattered and full of holes, too young to understand the weight of her own feelings. Her chest clenches in anxiety, one of the few things she does remember from this age. 

On that first day, she stumbles to her desk and fills every inch of scrap paper she can find with the childish scribbles of anything she thinks may be important. More than half of it just ends up being green. 

No amount of begging will convince her parents to send her to Munchkinland. They have no idea why she wants to do something so outlandish, and Glinda is entirely unable to explain it to them.

She wakes each night shaking from nightmares her baby brain wants only to repress, her memories smothered in a layer of smoky haze that makes it impossible to remember what is real. 

“Elphie,” Glinda whispers to herself. It’s the one thing she knows she’ll never forget. Green skin and dark hair and a gentle, lovely voice. The loathing and loving and grieving and pain. How could she ever forget something like that?

So the third thing Glinda tries is to run away. 

If her parents won’t take her to Munchkinland, then she’ll find a way there herself. She’ll get to Elphie before anyone else. Before Morrible, before the Wizard, before Fiyero. She’ll make Elphie her friend, and she’ll cross her fingers and wish on stars and hope that she can change things. 

She makes it as far as the end of her driveway. Her nanny comes hustling out after her, grabbing her by the arm and tugging her back to the house.

“What were you thinking?” she gets asked, and Glinda can’t tell them- she can’t, she can’t, she can’t. Her nanny tells Popsicle, who tells Momsie, who takes Glinda into the study that night to remind her of the rules. 

But Glinda doesn’t let it dissuade her. 

She tries again and again, over and over and over, a determination within her that she barely knows the origin of. She sneaks off from school, she escapes from her nanny, she climbs down her window at night. She makes it as far as the train one time, but they won’t let her board without a ticket, and she’s too young to buy one herself. 

At some point, she gives in to the temptation to just walk, setting off down the dirty, dusty road in nothing but her brunch dress and baby heels. She’s too hot and too tired and too sweaty by the time she makes it very far, though, a childish whine building in her throat as she wonders under her breath if it’s really that important. 

After all- Elphie can wait, right? Munchkinland is just so far, and Glinda is so tired, and she’s been wracking her brain all morning, but for the life of her, she can’t remember what’s so important about Elphie that she needs to see her right now. 

She misses her, of course. But Glinda misses lots of things, like her toys and her bed. 

“Galinda, look at your dress!” her momsie exclaims, and after a few hours of lecture and scolding and a stinging behind, Galinda scrubs tears from her eyes and figures maybe running away isn’t really worth all this trouble. She’ll try again, of course, she needs to…but maybe she’ll wait a while. 

A few days. A few weeks. A few months. 

Galinda gets caught up in school and lessons and parties. She gets dragged along to etiquette classes that bat her hands away from the history books she reaches for. She gets totted along to banquets and balls where the well-dressed Gillikenese nobles don’t want to hear anything about Munchkinland. She gets reprimanded anytime her fingers start to itch for paint or pen or charcoal, and she starts to wonder what’s so special about the color green, anyway?

It’s not a very flattering color, after all. Galinda knows it’s the color of the Emerald City, but she’s always been more partial to pink, herself. And Galinda doesn’t think pink goes very nicely with green.

Time slides past, her memories blurring and warping until it takes all her effort to even remember how old she is. Sometimes the answer on the tip of her tongue can’t possibly be right, and Galinda sits in her own confusion for a moment because it feels oddly like she’s forgetting something. 

Like she’s missing something. 

She keeps having these thoughts, these flashes, these dreams. Bits and pieces of things that can’t be real. Flying monkeys? Floating bubbles? She doesn’t understand, and the more confused she gets, the more she wants it all to just go away. 

Galinda does her best to fit in, to keep up, to make her parents proud. She learns to smile brighter and talk more and make friends. She learns how to dress and how to put on makeup and how to do her hair. She excels at everything she’s asked to do, praised endlessly for her maturity, her grace, her intelligence. 

Her teachers call her an ‘old soul’ and she beams at them and tries not to listen to the tiny voice in the back of her head telling her this is all wrong. 

Wrong, wrong, something is wrong. 

Galinda doesn’t know what it could be. Her life is perfect…isn't it?

Late at night, when her parents aren’t watching and the nightmares creep too close for comfort, Galinda sits at her desk and sketches aimless doodles into endless amounts of paper. The gentle curve of a pair of glasses, the pristine edge of a rose. She doesn’t know what they mean, but she knows that they are important. 

There’s a name buried deep in her thoughts, but Galinda can’t quite string the right letters together to give it shape.

“Elphaba?” her nanny says one day. “Galinda, do you have a friend named Elphaba? There’s a letter here for you.”

She holds a small, dirty letter out to Galinda, the edges rough like it’s been through a lot just to arrive at Galinda’s door. She takes it in her hands and tears it open, frowning hard at the messy writing she finds inside. 

“Do you know her?” her nanny asks. 

Galinda swallows hard, her mind tumbling between the faces of her school friends and the strange visions she sees late at night. She shakes her head, but it feels like the wrong answer. 

“I don’t know,” she finally says. “I can’t remember.”

[octoberautumnbox]

Best Job Ever

Kep1er Kang Yeseo & Male named character, Female named character

Categories/warnings: smut, office, public, oral, blowjob, hair pulling, facefucking, needy

Word count: 1.6k

a/n: rushed and bfh and quickie sorry its kinda bad lmao ill do better next time also thanks to @hoaqinrw for beta read :DDDD and yes kep1er once again on cooldown

Yeseo almost fights for her spot in the 6:54 a.m. elevator, nearly pushing away some other office chimp just to get to her floor as quickly as possible. Her smile never leaves her face as she rides up the stories, and it couldn't be a moment too soon before her first task of the day arrives. 

“Ding!” goes her phone's tracker app, and she opens it to reveal a name and desk number. Her smile grows wider as she reads the contents of her screen as she thinks to herself, “This is gonna be a great day.”

The elevator doors slide open and a cool blast of air conditioning meets her face. Yeseo looks around and sees all her colleagues hard at work, and brimming with pride she thinks about how much help she offers to everyone with the work she does. Excitedly, she hurries over to plop her things down onto her desk before going off to her first assignment.

“Good morning, Mr. Lee,” she greets as she bows respectfully to her senior. He waves back, evidently in a phone call that Yeseo couldn't have seen, and he motions for her to get straight to work. 

With a cheery smile, she kneels in front of Mr. Lee and unzips his pants for him. She eyes his cock with hunger, licking her lips at the imminent deliciousness to enter her mouth, and plants a wet kiss on his tip. 

Her senior watches her start her first job of the day while still on the phone. He places his hand on her head and pats, urging her to hurry up. She gets the message and collects a small amount of saliva on her tongue before dragging it up his length. The young girl notices him grip his phone ever so slightly tighter, and she knows she's doing a good job.

“Poor Mr. Lee,” she thinks, “so early in the morning and already so stressed. I have to help him out.” After she sufficiently coats his yummy cock with her spit, she takes him up to half of his length and sucks hard. Luckily his phone call ends at that moment, and he groans just as he puts it down. He pats her hair, telling her he likes it, and she smiles cutely at the feedback, her eyes twinkling with contentment.

Yeseo's courage to take more of his cock grows to almost match the actual size of what she has to take in her mouth. Mr. Lee is one of Yeseo's most favorite seniors to serve, and she promised herself to be able to take all of him one day. With her newfound surge of confidence, she plunges herself into his crotch, feeling his tip slip past the center of her tongue, and it hits the back of her throat. She gags deliciously, and Mr. Lee feels it on his cock, causing it to twitch. With another groan, he places both hands on her head to keep her in place, and the feeling of his dick stuck in her throat and messing with her breathing does something to her: Yeseo starts feeling moisture in her own crotch too. 

The young girl gags again, desperately this time, and her patron relents. He lets go of Yeseo's head and she pulls back immediately, but not so carelessly as to let him feel any of her teeth. Lines of spit connect her lips to his cock, and yet a happily teary-eyed Yeseo allows herself no downtime. She wraps her smooth and delicate fingers around his throbbing cock, giving long and slow strokes, not to make him cum just yet, but to keep him occupied while she collects herself. If his load is going anywhere, it'll be on her tongue and down her throat, and Mr. Lee expects no less of her. 

Yeseo regains control of her breath once more, and she dives back in. She takes him all the way again, and this time she only gags the right way. Mr. Lee once again holds her head in place, and Yeseo, ever the hard worker, takes the opportunity to lick wherever her short tongue could reach on his shaft. 

The way Mr. Lee grips handfuls of her hair tells her that he loves it, and Yeseo prepares herself for what's to come. She knows her patron well, and she's happy to be doing such good work. She readies her throat, and despite the tears welling in her eyes, she shoots a seductive wink at him, telling him she's all set.

And he complies: his grip tightens and Yeseo savors the feeling of him yanking her hair as rough as he can. With no additional warning than him pulling back slightly, he pushes back into the young girl's throat once more. Yeseo holds absolutely no control anymore whatsoever, and she's reminded that it's exactly how Mr. Lee likes it. To him, she is nothing more than a warm and wet hole for him to use, and she wouldn't have it any other way. 

He gets into a rhythm, and soon his thrusts into her throat have Yeseo gagging again. Lewd sounds continuously escape her, a steady and deep gluck-gluck-gluck emanates from the young girl's mouth in between moans of pleasure. This is her second-most favorite part about servicing Mr. Lee: the way he fucks her cute little face gets her going like no one else, and when he's free and Yeseo has no immediate tasks, he's so very kind to return the favor. Deep down inside, Yeseo feels selfish for wanting it, wanting him; he must be busy.

She settles and contents herself with getting her face fucked by her favorite patron, never mind the growing wet spot between her legs, “why the fuck is Mr. Lee so hot?” “Snap out of it, Yeseo! You have a job to do!

And yet, she can’t control herself: her fingers reach into her wet panties and she plays with the lips of her pussy. Between the rough facefucking she’s getting and the pleasure she gets from her own fingers, Yeseo steels her will to hold off from cumming just yet. 

Despite this, though, she can’t deny that with everything she’s going through right now, her fingering her swollen clit, her senior fucking her throat-pussy the way she likes, her vision blurring with tears, her mind getting fuzzy from lack of air…

Yeseo almost doesn’t hear Mr. Lee groan loudly, one last time. Thankfully she does, and she relaxes her throat even more for him. He pulls her head in and shoves his cock as deep as it can go, and he lets everything out: all at once, his hot and delicious cum floods Yeseo’s throat, the warmth slithering down her throat. Her eyes cross as she starts to sputter, and the sheer amount of cum she’s receiving renders her useless, mindless. It starts spilling out of her mouth, “Such a shame, what a waste of his yummy sperm,” until it starts spilling out of her nose too. The young girl is almost completely limp with bliss, never mind her own orgasm, she’d be lucky to survive the next two minutes without air while she takes the load of her life, “When will it end?” “I hope not soon…”

And she snaps awake again at his command; Mr. Lee yanks her off his cock by the hair, and he takes a moment to admire his handiwork: Yeseo’s face is properly fucked, her makeup ruined, and his baby batter decorating her features like it’s the best thing she’s ever had. In some ways, it is, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Yeseo’s heartbeat picks up again when Mr. Lee’s hand touches her cheek. She knows exactly what this is: it’s her turn. He leads her to meet his gaze, and without breaking eye contact at all, he lifts her onto his desk, legs wide apart, pussy covered by the thinnest, wettest, most ruined-looking pair of cute floral panties anyone has ever seen. She relishes in his gaze, and she loves the way his mouth waters while ogling her needy crotch. Yeseo wishes he would “just take me already. Just fuck me. Please–”

“Ding!” goes her phone’s tracker app, and she reaches to pick it up. A swipe and a couple seconds of reading later, and she meets her patron’s eyes once again. The look on his face tells Yeseo only one thing: he’s disappointed that she has to leave him. 

“I’m very sorry, Mr. Lee,” she mutters with regret, getting off his desk, “Miss Kwon is calling. Please feel free to call me again when your timer resets.” 

He helps her down, the gentleman he is, and holds her steady while she wobbles. Yeseo faces him properly, and she bows a deep bow of respect to her senior. “Thank you very much.”

~~~

Yeseo emerges from the restroom after cleaning herself up and making sure her mouth is perfect once more. She thinks back to the remarks section of her second task of the day: “Miss Kwon is ovulating today. Please exercise proper oral hygiene to avoid any accidents.” 

She makes her way to her office, “We can be as loud as we want in here,” and knocks respectfully. She fixes herself once more, and the door opens to reveal a woman not much taller than she is, but older, wiser, and needier than she can imagine. 

“Come in, Miss Kang. I’m afraid you’ve got your work cut out for you this time.” She leads the young girl under her desk, and Yeseo looks up with the most adorable eyes.

“Please don’t hold back, Ma’am. Have me any way you like.” 

~~~

a/n: like i said bfh and also quickie and rushed lmao sorry

[heartz4levi]

would u b willing to write till eating reader out... ??? but like nothing rough infact pls make it like .. genuine adoration SORRY IDK IF THAT MAKES SENSE 😅😅😅😅

my pussy tastes like pepsi cola !

☆ thinking about till eating pussy . . .

☆ till (alnst) ,, fem reader . . no sub/dom dynamics are specified but reader is on the bottom and till is on top ,, oral (reader receiving) ,, till is gentle with reader despite being stressed ,, light hair pulling (till receiving) ,, this is generally vanilla.

till is someone who finds himself getting frustrated very easily. his emotions are hardly ever watered down, always bursting out with full force.

he only has so many outlets. he can write songs that indirectly express his pent up emotions, make doodles and sketches that are supposed to represent what he feels within. sometimes that's not enough, though. sometimes he needs to come home to you, let your fingers card through his hair while his head rests on your stomach.

sometimes that isn't enough, and he needs a little more. a little more of you, to be precise.

despite having not been in the best of moods prior to seeking out your affection, till isn't treating you roughly. he isn't taking his frustration out on you, but rather he's calming himself down. eating you out is something he could do for hours on end, and not even for your pleasure. solely for his own.

his eyes are closed, savouring the taste of your juices that drip onto his tongue with each tender lick to your pussy. his head is caged inbetween your plush thighs, legs swung over his shoulders. till is only moving his tongue, licking stripes up and down your slit, feeling his mind clear up the more your soft moans reach his ears.

like this, till is at peace. he's laying down on his stomach, hands idly resting atop your hips. resting, not gripping. one of your hands is combing through his hair, gently tugging at his short strands every time his tongue slips just a bit inside your pussy, the other hand laying limp by your side.

for the past few minutes, till has been maneuvering his tongue in small, kitten lick motions, listening to the sounds of pleasure tumbling past your lips. they encourage him to keep going, to make you feel good and to help himself relax.

at first, it was just right for you. not too intense but not too faint, just the right amount. but you're started to grow both a little impatient and a little needy.

you tug at till's hair one more time, except in this instance it's a slightly harsher pull, one that signals for him to pick up the pace or do anything really, so long as it gives you more friction.

till hums in acknowledgement. the pace set by his tongue doesn't quicken, but he does push it in deeper, penetrating your warmth. he's lovingly making out with your pussy, sliding his tongue in and out, in and out. the advancement earns him a noticeably louder moan from you, and your hips briefly lift up from the bed, pushing themselves closer to till's mouth.

this doesn't compare to any other stress reliever in the world, in till's opinion. knowing that you are fully willing to help him de—stress by making love to your pussy only adds to his enjoyment. you're so kind to him, giving him the comfort and reassurance he needs when times are tough.

of course, till would do the same for you. he isn't capable of much, but if he were, till would make all of your wishes come true. for now, all he can do is make you cum as a silent thank you for letting him use you — but it certainly doesn't feel like you're being used, so does he need to thank you? regardless of whether or not he needs to, he wants to.

latching his lips around your clit, till begins to suckle on it. you jolt, crying his name out as electrifying sparks of pleasure bolt through your entire being. that one single action is enough to edge you a whole lot closer to the sweet bliss of climaxing.

sensing your growing arousal — and tasting — till continues his ministrations. he alternates between carefully sucking on your clit, lightly shaking his head from side to side to pull out more heavenly moans out of your throat and gently fucking you with his tongue. he has yet to show any signs of being rough, having only been prioritizing taking his precious time with your precious pussy.

as the coil in your stomach begins to make its presence known, gradually tightening further and further, you whine out to till that you're close. he hums once more, finally opening his eyes to gauge your reaction when you come undone on his tongue, watching your chest heave and your back arch off of the mattress below.

a moan of his own is coaxed out upon tasting the aftermath of your climax on his tongue, eagerly lapping all of it up like a man starved.

till slows down before pulling his face away from your drenched pussy, letting you catch your breath. he lifts himself up, moving closer before catching your lips in his for a brief kiss that conveys his love for you.

as the two of you part, he whispers, "thank you. i love you."

[galedekarios]

minsc & gale

recently i've been doing a playthrough taking minsc along during the limited amount of time we do get to connect with his character in the game and i have to say he's growing on me in a way he didn't in previous titles.

i wanted to take the opportunity here to write a short post about his relationship with gale because that, too, is something i found myself enjoying despite the (too) few interactions that we have between them.

minsc's initial thoughts about gale

Player: How are you and Gale getting along? Minsc: I do not wish to speak of the wizard. Minsc: I could not have said it better myself. - Player Option 1: Gale's great - what's your problem with him? Minsc: He came to me one night with a little book of mischief - full of words and their meanings. Minsc: 'Posterior', he says. 'Can you say 'posterior'?' I refused! Minsc does not need to know the language of wizards. Player: 'Posterior' isn't wizard-talk - it's another word for 'butt'. Minsc: It is an inferior word. Far too long to use in a battle cry, which is where a 'butt' belongs. Minsc: Gale would do better to educate himself in the ways of sword and steel than to throw these pointy words at Minsc. Minsc: Ai, yes. Gale also owns a cat. A cat with wings! That is most unnerving for poor Boo. Player: You should give him a break - he's only trying to help. Minsc: Never! If he is not careful, Boo will shred his books and use them as bedding! - Player Option 2: Did you know that he has an explosive magical orb in his chest that could destroy a city? Minsc: WHAT? Minsc: That is a thousand times more interesting than anything that has ever been written in a book. Minsc: GALE! MY GOOD FRIEND! WHERE ARE YOU? MINSC AND BOO WOULD LIKE TO HEAR ABOUT THE EXPLODING.

they may not start off on the right foot, but with gale's genuine interest in other people's cultures as well as his perception and easy-going nature that changes:

sorcerous sundries

Minsc: Minsc has never trusted places such as this. Too much of a wizard's power can be simply packaged and picked up. devnote: Grumbling as we make our way through the shelves of Sorcerous Sundries Minsc: Well, picked up by all but Minsc. When he touches the many delicate little jars, oh how the wizards shout and stare! devnote: Revealing that his objection of Sorcerous Sundries is not in fact a deep philosophical belief that wizards have too much power - they just make him feel stupid and awkward when he pokes at their things Gale: Fear not, Minsc. You have a wizard at your side who positively encourages such curiosity. You'll fit right in. devnote: Reassuring Minsc: Obliged, wizard. Should we find our way to a weaponsmith, Minsc will rough you up a little - so that you too can fit in. devnote: Warm, comradely, would genuinely be doing Gale a favour

i feel like it truly speaks to gale's character that he doesn't dismiss minsc here - neither his feelings of inadequacy nor his innate curiosity about the things he perceives as wizardly.

it would've been very easy for gale - the wizard prodigy, the former chosen, to archwizard - to act the part of the haughty scholar, akin to the arrogant wizards that minsc describes in this banter, looking down on him, shouting at him, but gale doesn't.

gale reassures minsc, encourages him, telling him he'll fit right in. it reminds me of the way he treats karlach and fostering her interest in books and reading. another pair of seemingly polar opposites that still find a connection. i do think gale is quite natural at this, despite his long time spent in isolation.

and minsc does appreciate it - his tone changes to one of warmth, one of camaraderie - and i think this is also when minsc's perception of gale changes: from the annoying wizard to someone he sees as a companion and friend.

rashemi traditions

Minsc: Gale. Minsc worries you might send a fireball up his butt, with all of this stringy hair in your face. Gale: Is that why you keep your head shaved? I assumed it was a custom of some sort. devnote: Curious, referring to Minsc's origins Minsc: Oh, no! Most warriors of Rashemen wear long battle-braids, weighed down with stone. Minsc can show you, when next we camp? Gale: Thank you, but I'm more wizard than warrior. I'm not sure my scalp would stand up to such a plaiting. devnote: Very politely declining

i like this banter for several reasons: i think not only does it show the progression of their relationship with minsc offering to show gale the traditions of his homeland, gale also shows the same curiosity he shows many different cultures and ways of life, same as he does with lae'zel for instance and githyanki culture.

when he declines minsc's offer, he does so politely, without insulting minsc's traditions, putting the onus on himself instead. he's the wizard, not the warrior.

house of hope

Minsc: Gale! You will perhaps able to explain where Boo has not - what exactly is the difference between a devil and a demon? Gale: A fascinating question, one that boils down to which criteria we choose to apply. Are we speaking about the physiological? Theological? Etymological? devnote: In teacher-mode - up for an in-depth, intellectual discussion Minsc: Eh. Just how-to-kill... -ical. devnote: Non-plussed, echoing Gale's ending every word with 'ical' Gale: Oh. Then for your purposes, they are exactly the same. devnote: Disappointed

this banter genuinely made me laugh. again, i like how it shows the progression of their friendship, to the point of where minsc goes from finding gale annoying to imitating his speech. and gale doesn't put it beyond minsc to have an 'in-depth, intellectual' discussion... even if he is disappointed by the end of their banter, realising that minsc's priorities are... elsewhere.

wychlaran

depending on your party composition and who you take with you, minsc can also call gale his wychlaran.

The Wychlaran, meaning "wise old women" in the ancient language of Halardrim, also known as the Witches of Rashemen outside their lands, were the spiritual leaders of Rashemen, communing with the spirits and guiding the souls of the Rashemi people.

minsc does use it, too, to describe a special bond and a sense of duty and protectiveness to the people he ascribes this title to. he did so in bg1 with dynaheir and in bg2 with aerie.

elminster

Minsc: It must be difficult for Gale to imagine great Elminster a-courting. Writing poems. Doing... certain... deeds. Gale: Long before my time, thank goodness. That's not an image I care to dwell on. Minsc: Ugh. It is difficult for Minsc to think of, too. Let us speak no more of it. Minsc: ... Minsc: Of Elminster and the sex, I mean.

another banter that did genuinely make me laugh despite the seriousness of the situation, especially given the bond that elminster and gale share as well, which speaks of paternal feelings on elminster's part that come with a certain sense of responsibility, as well as gale's admiration, but also often exasperation with his former mentor.

on a more serious note, minsc offers great insights in his interactions with gale and gale's story:

mystra and the vremyonni

The vremyonni or Old Ones were an arcane brotherhood in Rashemen. Men that were arcane spellcasters in Rashemen had two choices, exile or to join the vremyonni. Many vremyonni were kept alive for eons by longevity magic. Vremyonni were expert weaponsmiths and magic item creators. On very rare occasions, vremyonni would fight in the defense of Rashemen. Vremyonni used secrets of magic that even the Witches of Rashemen did not use, destructive spells forbidden among the wilds of Rashemen, in case such magic was needed. The Running Rocks harbored secret strongholds of the vremyonni. All vremyonni wore masks.

Minsc: Gale reminds me of the vremyonni of my homeland. The man-mages of Rashemen. Minsc: While the girl-folk go on to rule as wychlaran, Weave-touched boys were hidden away. Trained to work their craft in silence and secrecy. Minsc: It is an old custom, not well-observed. In truth I thought it born of caution, after some catastrophe wrought by wizardly men-folk of old. Minsc: Now I wonder if it was not done to hide them from Mystra, and the snares she sets for young and prideful boys, hm? Minsc: Though this suggests that Mystra has never tempted a witch into foolishness. Not that I would blaspheme by suggesting otherwise. Minsc: I forget why I began this long and winding story. Yes Boo - we have been spending too long around the wizard.

i think this is a very interesting banter, especially since it's also only marked to trigger if gale agrees to return the crown to mystra.

it's easy to dismiss this banter, laugh it off as just another instance of minsc being minsc, but i think it's important to consider it within the context of game canon and what has been shown to us.

it's a story and everything within a story is there for a reason.

another great insight from minsc comes if gale is pushed towards the crown by the player:

gale and godhood

Minsc: Who among us has not been spurned by a lover? But a word of advice, if Minsc may be so bold: Minsc: Let the wizard lick his wounds. Write some rickety rhymes, and weep most manfully into his hamster's hide. Eh - his cat's hide. Minsc: But... his boasting is unbecoming. 'Claim godhood', he says? Will this make him any less a man with a half-mended heart?

again, minsc does at times share great insight into other characters and he does so here again with gale:

will this make him any less a man with a half-mended heart?

i think it quite accurately goes straight to the crux of what makes it so very easy to push gale towards godhood: he is hurt. he feels abandoned. by his goddess. by his former lover. both as a mystran and on deeply personal level.

he is drifting, seeking something to hold his head above the water. if it's not the protag's love or friendship, it will be the crown.

anyhow, i never expected to write this when i first learned that minsc would be a companion, but i truly did enjoy him and his interactions with gale in particular.

[admiral-mason]

Yo, sorry if this is out of the blue but I just had this idea and I have to share: Inazuma (cuz I'm still obsessed with the place) has specific hair styles with meanings attached to them, like flower language but for hair.

And the Creator, also apparently a budding hair styler, knowingly or otherwise cooks up chaos after practicing on their inazuman acolytes.

Fucking imagine Ei goes to visit Miko or smth and she nearly loses her composure cuz WHAT THE FUCK is Ei doing with a 5-strand marriage braid- AND WHY IS SARA'S HAIR TIED BACK WITH A RED RIBBON MEANT DEBUTING MAIDENS? WHAT IS HAPENING-

Trolling in Roblox but for Teyvat instead lmfao

Also I apologize if I don't do this idea justice, I can understand symbolism but not in flowers or hair

Reader is gender neutral as usual

Creator trolling Inazuma with hairstyles

So when you visit Inazuma you eventually find out through conversing with the people that a person's hairstyle reveals some ways they live their life.

For example, Kujou Sara (or Sara Kujou depending on name order since her name is a Japanese name with family name before first name) keeps her hair cut short and tidy, representing discipline,

But people like Arataki Itto who, with their messier hair, symbolizes a more laid-back lifestyle (Kuki Shinobu is an exception to this rule since she apparently just likes it)

Most of the Arataki Gang apart from Itto and Shinobu do have neat-ish haircuts but I headcanon that they have to go to Shinobu to help maintain them lmfao

Generally speaking, the neater someone's hair is the more likely they are in a position of nobility/professionalism

Now, you did mention a 5-strand marriage braid of sorts. There are braids with fewer strands; by this logic, the more braids a woman accumulates, the more visible she's in love with someone with the fifth braid being the marriage one.

Then there's the red ribbon: not sure what you mean by 'debuting maidens' and maiden does mean an unmarried woman though, so let's make this a twist:

Red in Japan has many meanings, from authority and sacrifice to joy and happiness.

Inazuma draws heavy inspiration from Japan, so here's the twist:

Someone who wears a red ribbon implies that they desire to obtain the opposite of their current traits (I.e. Sara Kujou would want to wear a red ribbon if she ever wanted to wear a symbol of her possibly attempting to learn some domestic ways of life, contrary to her rigid and stalwart lifestyle)

Now, the trolling commences.

So you possess hairstyler skills from back in your world, likely either as a job or an activity in your free time.

After realizing the amount of tomfoolery you could commit with this information, you decided to use it.

One night, you asked Kujou Sara if she wanted to personally accompany you to see the Shogun. She accepted, albeit with a bit of hesitation and fluster since she's not used to being singled out.

Once the two of you arrived at Tenshukaku and greeted Ei. Then, you asked the two how they felt about different hairstyles before you revealed that you had hairstyling skills.

Then you deviously grinned/smirked and explained the plan,

Which was for you to troll Inazumans by styling their hair. Ei would grow long hair for you to eventually style into a braid, while Sara would have her hair styled to a more gentle and off-guarded look with a red ribbon.

Both women were flustered with red all over their faces, to say the least. Their holy one wanted to style their hair? Of course they'd let them!

Day after day, you'd check in on the two to check their hair growth on whether it was long enough to change, and you simply gave a clueless expression and a cheeky "don't question it" to those who wondered what you were up to.

Finally, after around two weeks, their hair grew long enough for you to style. Ei silently hummed as you braided her hair while Sara stayed flustered as you tied a red ribbon to her hair.

The sun was still out when you finished styling the two, so you offered them to go on a walk with you.

Imagine the looks on everyone's faces when they see their shogun with a marriage braid and Sara's red ribbon telling everyone that she's attempting to take a more laid-back approach to life.

Everyone has their jaw dropped in some way or another.

News didn't take long to reach Yae Miko's ears, and then when you three actually visited her,

She's openly surprised at Ei and Sara's hairstyles while you three pretend as if this is totally normal.

A day later a rumor sprung up that you decided to marry Ei, and writers had a field day with this.

Light novels about a relationship between you and Ei skyrocket and fly off shelves far more so than any other novel beforehand, leading to further rumors such as how you two might start a family or including Sara in the relationship-

So you tell everyone that you pulled a prank of sorts on them and that you knew how to hairstyle.

The rumors eventually died down, but it turns out you now have a new crowd of people wishing to receive hairstyles from you